Posted at 10:02 AM on May 30, 2006
by Ben Tesch
This weekend was a weekend filled with baseball for myself, particularly with all the different ways I took it in... I enjoy all the various ways you experience a ball game:
I read and heard about the Friday game, a 3-1 win with an excellent pitching matchup.
I attended the Saturday game, a 9-5 win on a hot summer day. The indoor air conditioning was quite nice, and I got to see the triple play and the Boof win. Solid.
On Sunday, it was almost 100° outside, and terribly sunny and muggy. I, of course, did the not-so-smart thing of playing baseball with my usual rag-tag squad for about five hours, then going to the Saints game for another three. I'm sort of surprised I didn't a) die, or b) at least pass out. The buzz that day was, of course, the word spreading of the Lew walk-off homer. (The Saints pretty much stunk it up, losing 13-2 with fairly unspectacular play on both sides of the ball.)
Monday, I watched the game on TV, jumping from place to place in search of air-conditioned comfort. By the 11th, I was barely keeping the corner of my eye out for the game.
The end of that night was two-fold for me: I barely watched at all, but still managed to see Rondell get picked off on second (argh!) in the top of 9th, and then Figgins slide into third. I didn't need to watch any more than that. Still, a fantastic weekend filled with baseball in all aspects, and a fantastic sweep of the Mariners. Hopefully they can pull one or two out in Anaheim.
I went to the Saints game on Saturday, and had a good laugh at the two players from Fort Worth who got picked off in the 9th. "That's the kind of clutch baserunning you get in non-affiliated minor league ball," I said. Then Rondell went and made my snobbery look really, really lame. I'm a little bitter.