I was born a Los Angeles Dodger fan- always was, and always will be. Going to baseball games as a child was always fun for me- fans singing the "Take me out to the ball game" song, my dad's beer spilling everywhere while cheering for the team, throwing a fist in the air, screaming, "CHARGE!" eating delicious Dodger dogs, and hitting people with beach balls in our seating section.
When I found out that WJC director, Terry Mattingly, planned to take WJC students to a Baltimore Orioles game the first week of classes, I was relieved.
On game night, I decided to not wear my Dodger gear, because who knows, I might get shot.
As we were approaching the stadium, I thanked God that we arrived safely.
After purchasing a $6 student discount ticket, I ventured out to look for the amazing crab cakes a friend had suggested that I try. After walking 500 miles to the other side of the stadium, I found them. Unfortunately, it was a bit too expensive, so took a picture of them instead. As I look up after taking a snap, and I see the cooks giving me blank, confusing stares with raised eyebrows. With a grin, I slowly started to walk backwards and disappeared into the crowd.
Getting on the escalator while balancing my hot food tray in my hands and reading
my seat section on my ticket, simultaneously reciting the National Anthem with
my right hand on my heart was a HUGE challenge.
I started to note that the atmosphere at the L.A. stadium is
livelier- waves that actually go all around the crowds, better music, and the
screens display true L.A. fans acting crazy and not blank-staring without any
orange paint or gear on.
Music at National League baseball games is something most
fans, like myself, look forward to. The Dodger games always have the most
recent upbeat, urban, Latin and classic rock music that makes you want to get
up and dance. As an observer, and not much of a fan of the Orioles, I noticed
that the majority of the music being played at the game was country. Rosa, my
roommate, and I looked at each other and raised our eyebrows.
All in all, sitting at a baseball stadium on the other side of the country cheering for a team I never knew existed was out of the ordinary. The nerve-racking train ride, crab cake picture-taking, and the 500-mile walking is something I will never forget. I have to admit, though, I did enjoy myself even though it was not a radical Dodger game.