Take me out to the Dodgers game
When I was growing up, one of the things we often did was go to a Dodger game. Summers were always really hot in Los Angeles, so sitting out in an open stadium was a great way to cool off. We had both the Los Angeles Dodgers and the California Angels, but we liked the Dodgers better. (Dodgers Stadium was also probably easier to get to.)
The first thing I would do after I sat down was thumb through the color program, looking for the familiar names (which I still remember): Ron Cey, Steve Garvey, Bill Russell, and Davey Lopes. These looked like big guys on the field, all muscle.
It was a lot different watching the game in person than on TV. You had the crowds cheering and the thunderous pounding of feet on the stands, so it felt like we were all part of the game. On TV, baseball always seemed slow and the commentators were trying to make it more exciting.
Best still was watching when a foul ball was hit into the stands. We’d watch that ball rise up and up. Was it going to come our way? It never did, but it was still fun imagining that it would.
But this was also Los Angeles. If you’ve never been to L.A., summers are so hot that you can feel the heat rising off the asphalt. Every plant turns yellow and dries out, so there’s always a danger of brush fires. On July 4th every year, the Dodgers would shoot fireworks off during the game. L.A.F.D. had to be standing by to put out the ensuing fires.
Sigh. Life in L.A. Nothing like it.
This is from a prompt on The Daily Post: Team USA is playing today in the soccer World Cup in Brazil. Do you have any funny/harrowing/interesting memories from a sporting event you attended, participated in, or watched?