Some one told me today that I go to way too many baseball games. And while I have been to at least 15 major league games this season, I completely disagree. I live for baseball. I don’t go through the week counting down the days for the weekend because I want to go clubbing, I count down the days because I can’t wait to get back into that stadium. I live for the smell of sweat and stale beer. The blinding sun thrills me. The crack of the bat and the screams of the fans is what I can’t wait for.
Yesterday, my love for Andrew Miller made me drive 70 miles North to Jupiter, FL just to catch a glimpse of him pitching. And while he wasn’t there, it was my dedication to the game that made me turn back around and drive nearly 100 miles South to Dolphin Stadium to watch the Marlins battle the Rockies. It is my admiration for the game that gives me the tolerance to sit in 100 degree weather for nearly 3 1/2 hours with out flinching. It is my love for the game that allows me to celebrate with my team when they are on top and die with them when they suffer an agonizing loss. I am smitten by this great game of baseball, and that is what allows me to admire an opposing team that has just defeated the men I was rooting for. It is what makes my heart flutter when Matt Holliday walks towards the gates because I know what he is capable of. Baseball is what gives me the patience to endure my everyday life, my everyday struggles, and my everyday feats. It is looking forward to that weekend game– the grunt the pitcher makes when he releases his pitch, the crack of the bat as it impacts the ball, and the roar of the crowd. This is what I live for.
So, despite the agonizing loss the Marlins were delt with yesterday, despite the fact that I disagree with nearly every decision Fredi Gonzalez made during the game, despite the fact that I feel the pain in my heart that Scott Olsen felt and probably still feels today… I wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere else.
Below are some photos from yesterday’s game taken by Mario. Please enjoy. 🙂
This right here is what makes me love Scott Olsen
Matt Holliday showing us how he kills Marlins
The beloved Tulo giving us a lesson in swinging
Hermida had a bad outing, but I still love him
Alfredo Amezaga- by far my favorite Marlin
Jorge Cantu is one amazing Mexican
Post game: Holding up my Andrew Miller sign
Clint Barmes was surprised that all I wanted was a photo, but I think he appreciated that because he patted me on the back as he left
Brad Hawpe is a great guy. Not only did he pose with me, but he joked with me as well
Matt Holliday- Widely known as the Marlin Killer- but he is a swell guy
Marlins security guard and our very good friend, Mitch
With as many games as I have been to in my 21 years of existence, I have not once attended a tailgate party. I have always dreamed of going to one, as silly as that sounds, but I have never had enough people want to go to a baseball game with me.
About 3 months ago, one of my coworkers informed me that they had purchased 30 tickets to the Mets vs. Marlins game on July 30th. I was definitely in. A month prior to the game, I heard whispers here and there about a tailgate party. I was thrilled. We collected money, organized the entire event, and on Wednesday afternoon we had the tailgate party, followed by the incredibly exciting Marlins game, and then followed by a celebratory tailgate party because of the Marlins win.
I have had the pleasure of experiencing a baseball game from two different points of view. One, as a serious baseball game attendee, and the second view as a girl coming to a game with friends and coworkers to hang out and let loose. It may not sound too different, but a couple of shots of Patron can change a lot of things. I had an amazing time with the people I work with and we plan on having a repeat outing very soon. Now, enough party talk, on to the game!
Rumors may have been swirling around about the possible Manny Ramirez trade(which thank God did not go throuhg), but you would never have guessed there was a worry on any Marlins’ mind with the way they played on Wednesday night, especially in the bottom of the fourth. Jeremy Hermida, Jorge Cantu, Dan Uggla, and Josh Johnson are a few players that shined that evening. You can’t sink the fish!
There would have been more photos, but I couldn’t figure out how to get the camera off of night vision. 😦
Christina and I
Me, Joe, and Christina
Christina and I again
Cantu up to bat
I am planning to attend a game this weekend, so please look forward to a better post with better photos! 🙂