Bobblehead, beach balls, bad night (8-19-09)


Let’s see if tonight’s game can fit into one post. And yes, I tried to get the subject to be an alliteration.

To start things off, we’ll start at the beginning. I went to Nina’s early because I had intended on going to Fry’s to return something and get something else. Then we were going to go to Target because Angelina wanted an official Major League baseball in case we can get any autographs. She found some at Big 5, but they weren’t the ones she was looking for. I ended up getting her the one in the cube. She wanted the ball, but not the cube, so we just split the cost. I wanted the cube, but not the ball. We ended up not going to Fry’s, but at least I got to type up a blog entry while I was at Nina’s. Thanks to my lovely new laptop. Angelina showed up and we left for the game. When we got off the highway, it didn’t take us very long to find the end of the line. We always go to the Golden State Gate, which is the Stadium Way exit off the 5 freeway. We didn’t even to where the road curves before we found the end of the parking lot lane. I turned on my GPS and it said we were .4 miles from the Gate. As we were waiting to get our bags checked, Nina noticed JoAnna was in line in front of us. Once we got in, we got separated as I was visiting with various friends (Cat, Roberto, JoAnna). Angelina, JoAnna, and I even saw a guy who’s brother is a Dodger (who shall remain nameless). Angelina thought it would’ve been cool to meet him. I didn’t mind. After all, I’ve met Russell Martin’s family. One of the kids JoAnna brought got a ball from one of the grounds crew members. She said she was tempted to ask them, which one of you guys hit my friend in the face with a ball? I told her she should’ve. They would’ve gotten a good laugh out of it.
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Angelina and I went up to our seats in the reserve level. I had bought these tickets about a month ago. About a week ago, Nina decided she wanted to go. So she got two tickets. Now that I think about it … she bought the Costco package. I’m surprised tonight’s game wasn’t blacked out on that package. Man, should’ve done those! The funny thing was … our section was directly above hers … by a few decks.
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I noticed this kid has a Lyons jersey on. Wonder if it was his last name, or was it really a Steve Lyons jersey. I don’t know what number Steve wore when he played. The one baseball card I have of Steve Lyons doesn’t show his jersey number. Or is there another Lyons out there?

It didn’t take long for the beach balls to come out. The two guys in front of us didn’t like it when they started popping up. I don’t care for them either. I usually ignore them. One of the guys said he would hit over the railing (which he did). The other guy said he would pop it. Which he did. Which then led to a debacle that lasted the rest of the game. He didn’t pop it. But he did deflate it. He said he came to watch the game, and if they wanted to play with beach balls they should go to the beach.

Then the boos started raining down, followed by peanuts! I’m serious. Someone or some guys were throwing peanuts down at him. He apologized to me and the few other people sitting around us. He stood up and yelled at the general direction of where the peanuts were coming from. He also showed them the finger. Angelina had gotten up to get food. So she missed what was going on. I filled her in as peanuts were thrown at the guy periodically throughout the game. The guy deflates on beach ball and he’s a marked man the entire game. And he apologized to the people around him. He finally had enough and got up and yelled at whoever was doing it to come forward. I didn’t bother looking around. I was watching the game. If I had been looking around, I would’ve missed Andre’s homerun. Manny came up and got out. Then Casey Blake came up and Angelina said, “Casey Blake can hit a homerun.” And he did. Game tied.

The Beach Ball guy went up to confront the Peanut Guy and chaos ensued. A lot of cuss words were used. Again, I wasn’t really paying close attention. Beach Ball guy’s friend got up, took a big drink of his beer and then went up to his friend. The friend came back down, finished his beer. Beach Ball guy came back down and he was getting into it with another guy from the next section over. His friend told him, okay, it’s time to go. They went up. Angelina went up shortly before the seventh inning stretch. She missed this while she was gone …
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There was a different inflatable object bouncing around the reserve level. It eventually fell down into the loge level. It didn’t get taken away till it fell down into the field level.

Angelina also told me that security were lined up along the top. Beach Ball guy and his friend eventually returned to their seats. A security guy was right behind him. And then Angelina got up again. When she came back, she noticed the was a foam finger next to Beach Ball guy. I filled her in on what happened while she was gone this time. One of the vendors came down selling souvenirs. Peanut Guy bought the foam finger and asked the vendor to give it to Beach Ball Guy. Beach Ball guy didn’t want to take it at first, but then the vendor told him it was paid for. He was, oh, okay. Then you hear Peanut Guy yell out, “I would’ve bought you the other finger but they didn’t have it.” Beach Ball guy says, “oh, I thought this was a peace offering or something. Never mind then.” He sets the finger down. Guess who ended up with a free foam finger? Not me. Angelina. LOL. At least some good came out of this crazy night.

In the ninth inning, when Pujols scored on the sac fly, the lady behind us goes, “can he do that?” She must never have been to a game before. That wasn’t the first question about baseball she had asked. That was just the first one I noticed. Then in the bottom half, she was asking “so we have three outs and then the game is over?” then “if he gets three strikes, then the game is over?” then “if he gets out, then is the game over?”

On our way out of the parking lot, a car pulls up to us and asks us if any of us had any ticket stubs we didn’t need. He said it was for a friend. He said something about a scavenger hunt. Angelina saw all the bobbleheads they had in the back of their car. They also asked us if any of us had a bobblehead we wanted to sell. We figured out the reason why they wanted our ticket stubs.

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