Monday, July 20, 2015

Baseball

Baseball is the great American past time, the national sport, the spirit of the country. Whenever I've gone to a baseball game, I never really understand what's going on during the game. Mostly, I drink expensive beer and eat hot dogs and french fries. You talk with your friends and look down on the field whenever the crowd cheers or roars. They have enormous TV screens to show you what happened. Your American friends try to explain it to you but it makes no sense to you. A third of the game is spent waiting in line for food or to go to the bathroom. There's lots of stuff to buy and not much is expected of you. Half the crowd never seems to pay much attention. If the weather is nice, it can be a nice day or evening out.



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