At Game 5 of the ALCS. Mariners vs Tigers. It’s win or go home.
In line, near the front, and probably the 40th or so game I have been to this year. The number isn’t important, but more than a few.
We bring in the clear bags with our food. (Aside, the Tigers don’t allow fans to bring in their own food. Paying for ballpark fare would bankrupt us.)
Extra layers of clothes. It is October.
Sunscreen (a friend had her sunscreen lotion confiscated once, but it hasn’t happened to me).
Sunglasses (if I take my sturdy container, it sets off the metal detector, so I use the cloth version).
Bobbleheads (Carl is cleaning out a small part of our clutter, piece by piece). These are really appreciated by the recipients.
⚾️ ⚾️ Baseballs. Carl gets lots of these at Minor League games, but they’re usually Major League balls. These are given to other fans, and they are usually excited.
Just before the gates opened today, a security worker announced baseballs wouldn’t be allowed in. SAY WHAT?!?! What about the balls that are obtained within the confines of the ballpark. Caught during batting practice or the game. Tossed up. Or bought at the Team Store.
What I’m pointing out is that there will still be balls in fan’s hands.
And the purported reason for this sudden change in the rules? A woman apparently stepped on a ball, fell, and broke her leg. A knee-jerk reaction if I ever saw one.
Carl tripped on the stairs here earlier this year, but they’re still here. And what about the numerous empty beer containers.
Anyway. That’s my rant for the day. So far.
GO MARINERS ⚾️⚾️⚾️⚾️⚾️⚾️⚾️
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