Last night we went to a baseball game in Frisco Texas with a group of new friends from church. The stadium was awesome. The sections small enough so a brain foggy woman doesn’t get lost on her way to the bathroom. (An essential element to enjoyment of any activity.)
Although very hot, we sat in the shade as the sun went down over Texas and watched America’s game.
It has been years since I have been to a baseball game where the players were over 4 feet tall. The last time I was in a ballpark was in the late 60’s when I was stuck on the Oakland A’s. Back then it was Vida Blue and Catfish Hunter on the field. And between innings and to hype up the crowd, an organ would play. Charge! and Take me out to the ballgame!
Last night I was mezmerized by the gadgets and entertainment. Instead of placarts across the back of the field was one big digital screen that changed advertisements (animated too!) as the evening rolled along. A large screen TV showed a costumed character, Deuce, doing forward rolls, toddlers racing, horses racing, belly flops in the ballpark pool (!) and people dancing to the Y M C A disco song of the Village People. Music accompanied the players as they stepped up to the plate: Seinfeld’s theme music, current rock, goldie oldies. And with the exciting one home run by the home team, fireworks exploded over the field in applause. It was a glorious sight and a wonderful surprise seeing the bright lights against the dark sky. We won the game.
This was a bunch of good hoopla for an entertaining evening. I had a great time as a spectator.
Some day a bigger fireworks show is coming to celebrate another victory. And on that day, I won’t be a spectator.
“Behold He comes
Riding on the clouds
Shining like the sun
At the trumpet call
Lift your voice
It’s the year of Jubilee
Out of Zion’s hill