Dome Pie

So, I went to an event this weekend, and a baseball game broke out. Weird how that happens sometimes. The event/game was of course our Minnesota Twins getting the loving crap kicked out of them. The murder weapon, you ask? The New York Yankees.

I had the privilege of doing a bit of people watching (as I'm want to do), and I'll have some observations on that later this week. Before I get to that, however, I do want to address one important, burning issue.

I am not transparent.

Game 4, down two games to one in a best of five series. The twins need a raucous crowd to back them up, and I aim to give it to them. The whole crowd is on their feet, cheering for Strikeouts and booing the Yankees lustily. Problem is, I've a certain gentleman sitting behind me. Midway through the 1st inning, he kindly tells me he can't see through me, and asks me to sit down. 52,000+ screaming fans, and he asks me to take a seat. This guys feels like being a bump on a log in our team's most important game of the season, and he drags me into being his accomplice.

Many possible descriptions of this man have gone through my head in preparation for this column. I think I've finally settled on a good one. Picture, if you will,Statler and Waldorf (of The Muppets fame) wrapped into one man. You know, older guys sitting behind everyone, generally being derisive and rude. Unfortunately, these two's witty charm must have gotten left at the cleaners when it comes to this guy. His voice sounded like he sucked down an entire blimp filled with helium, as he had this annoying high-pitched squeaky voice the whole game. He was with another gentleman whom, as far as I can tell, was either deaf or rendered unconscious during the game because I never heard him respond to any of Statler/Waldorf's inane rambling.

I'm torn as far as my overall feelings towards this guy. On one hand I don't want to interfere with his right to enjoy the game on his own terms. And on the other, I wanted to tell him to suck it up, stand up, and cheer for our boys.

CDFunk, my good friend, would have punched him in the face. Game on.

Who's to say who's right, or who has the right? In the end, we lost the game and series. Guess all that's left to do is root for those Damn Yankees from here on out.