After my cousin has been in town for over a week and has continuously blown me off, she invited me to join her and her husband for the Marlins game yesterday evening. I arrived at Dolphin Stadium late due to the thousands of Cubs fans that were trying to pile into the stadium. I searched for nearly 20 min for parking and when I finally did find a spot, I found myself in unfriendly territory and nearly got attacked by a mob of drunk Cubs fans that found my Marlins bumper sticker offensive. I reminded them whose stadium we were in and I went on my merry way.
I found my cousin about 10 min later buried deep in the crowd and we made our way inside. Our seats weren’t the usual infield box seats, but they did jog my memory a bit for we were sitting in the outfield and I haven’t sat there since April. Despite being so far from the batter’s box, it was nice, however, to have a change of scenery.
The game was an exciting one. Cantu hit a 3-run HR and the Marlins were winning the game up until the top of the ninth when our no good closer, Kevin Gregg, allowed two men to get on base with only one out. When his potential second out came up to bat, Gregg pitched to him a ball that was neither a ‘ball’ or ‘strike’, nay, it was a 3-run HR that allowed the Cubs to steal the game away from the Marlins. As I bowed my head in defeat, I could hear the thousands of Cubs fans cheer, including my cousin and her husband. (They are from Chicago) I have never felt so alone. I looked down onto the field and pondered on my chances of breaking my leg if I jumped in an attempt to run over to the pitcher’s mound and knock some sense into Kevin Gregg. Eventually, I decided that suffering an injury was a huge possibility, as was being hauled away by the Miami Dade police. Kevin, you escaped the wrath of the Infamous One this time, but next time you may not be so lucky.
As we exited the stadium, a 70 something year old woman pointed at all the Marlins fans as she held her nose and yelled “Smells like dead fish! Get out of here, dead fish!” My patience was wearing thin, but I bit my tongue and as I walked by and she pointed at me, she was lucky only to have gotten an evil glare. Despite the game being another heartbreaking loss for the Marlins, I did have a good time. My cousin’s husband even caught a ball! Hopefully, if I attend Sunday’s game, it will end on a better note!