I Went to a Canadians Baseball Game
posted at 1:10 am
on Jul. 11, 2006
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I went to a Canadians baseball game tonight.
It wasn’t just a Canadian baseball game—the team is called the Canadians. Like Vancouver’s hockey team is called the Canucks. How the heck did Vancouver get the right to call itself by the country’s name? There’s no team in the U.S. called “Americans”—hmmmm?
Of course, Montreal’s also got the Canadiens—as if they don’t piss off the rest of Canada enough already. And that reminds me. Why do Canadian teams all have such unoriginal names? Like the Roughriders and the Rough Riders. What, that was the only good noun? There was a sale on leftover jerseys? What?
The game was in honor of Mike, who’s leaving Vancouver to head for Victoria. I’ve given him our moving boxes, and a recommendation for Abart Moving—but I don’t want him to go. I was just starting to get to know him. It’s only been 20 years, and I’ve got 80 years left to hang out. But he might be back. Maybe. Just maybe.
As for the game—the Canadians beat the Salem-Keizer Volcanoes in a 5-3 undramatic competition. Meanwhile, the stadium ran out of chili, hot dogs, corn dogs, and the mini donut stand was only open for 5 innings, and could have sold twice the donuts if they’d just been able to produce them faster.
Things have not been smooth at the mini donut stand since the fire several years ago (and one might argue they probably were so smooth before the fire, either.)
By the way, I spent some time looking for information about a fire in the mini donut stand, but couldn’t find any. Did my friends make this up, or did it happen?
All in all, a great time was had. I hope to go back and take more photos.
