Charlie Steiner
Footballguy
So my 8 year-old son won a contest to be an honorary bat boy for the game yesterday, and we had to be there2 hours early. Wanting to avoid city driving, we drove to the closest light rail station to go in by train. Even then, there was a sea of fans in full Red Sox gear--shirts, hats, jerseys of a wide range of players--from the station to the gates, which weren't due to open for about an hour after we arrived. My son got to stand down by the Orioles' dugout while they took BP. They gave him a ball and pen so players could sign it when they came by. He got several, the only one I know for sure was Kevin Millar (he seems pretty cool, genuinely enjoying being a major leaguer). The Red Sox were also on the field, waiting their turn. I never realized Curt Schilling is every bit as large as David Ortiz, though Schilling's mass was mainly in his upper body. They had a little ceremony before the singing of the national anthem, and he got to be on the big screen behind the outfield. After that, we settled into our seats on the foul side of the left field foul pole. There were a couple of Orioles fans in our section, and even though they lost the game 6-2, the few O's fans there tried their best to drown out the Red Sox fans and made sure to get their jibes in when Ortiz and Manny struck out.
For the most part, the Red Sox fans seemed pretty cordial and way more boisterous than the few O's fans we saw there, though there seemed to be a smattering of the stereotype Will Hunting wannabes around, but the day stayed incident free. One lady struck up a conversation with my son on the light rail trip back, praising Cal Ripken as an "awesome" ball player, and I got to listen to a group of 20-something guys rag on a guy wearing a West Virginia football jersey. The 'leader' of this group really needled the guy, including obtusely and intentionally I believe confusing WVU with Virginia Tech, until the guy finally blurted out "F*** the Mets," which indicated to me he must have known these guys, so the scary scowl on his face was only half-serious.
The only thing that confused me about the day was why the Orioles batted second.
For the most part, the Red Sox fans seemed pretty cordial and way more boisterous than the few O's fans we saw there, though there seemed to be a smattering of the stereotype Will Hunting wannabes around, but the day stayed incident free. One lady struck up a conversation with my son on the light rail trip back, praising Cal Ripken as an "awesome" ball player, and I got to listen to a group of 20-something guys rag on a guy wearing a West Virginia football jersey. The 'leader' of this group really needled the guy, including obtusely and intentionally I believe confusing WVU with Virginia Tech, until the guy finally blurted out "F*** the Mets," which indicated to me he must have known these guys, so the scary scowl on his face was only half-serious.
The only thing that confused me about the day was why the Orioles batted second.
