Boo
Got to go see the Phils yesterday, for the first time all season. Better yet, the ticket was free, thanks to my buddy Noah and his ill-timed Cancun vacation. I would have pressed harder to pay him for the ticket, but at game-time it was raining and I’m pretty sure he was laying on a beach drinking something alcoholic and fruity through a straw placed within 3 inches of his face.
I had to drive up to his apartment building in Philadelphia to pick up the ticket, but still arrived at CB Park at around 12:30. I found my seat and admired the view you see above. A “Phillies Alumni Batting Challenge” was taking place, featuring retired stars from the 1980 and 1993 teams, specifically Mitch Williams, Dicky Noles, Ricky Jordan, Ricky Bottalico, Milt Thompson, and Jim Eisenreich, who got the biggest ovation. I enjoyed watching that, particular Mitch Williams, who demonstrated why he was a pitcher; he swings like Babe Ruth’s wife.
I wandered off to get beer and hot dogs, and came back to enjoy further festivities, such as introducing a bunch of elementary kids who took positions on the field for no apparent reason, and the presenting of the color guard. About 30 seconds before the National Anthem, Noah’s buddy Josh, the owner of the other seat in their pair of season tickets, arrived. We chatted about how we each knew Noah, and it turned out we both grew up in Wilmington. Small talk.
To my right was a young couple, the female of which was quite hot, and the male of which was drunk, and even had he been sober he would have been an utter douchebucket. At least he wasn’t loud or aggressive, but he sure cursed a lot. I’m a guy that likes my cursing, and I do quite a share of it myself, but I try to avoid it around people I don’t know and/or children.
The game started nicely, with Jamie Moyer getting 3 relatively quick outs in the first and the Phils scoring a run in a strange situation; Jimmy Rollins got a leadoff single, then Shane Victorino walked, Utley hit a deep fly that moved Jimmy over to third, and then Ryan Howard did the same thing to bring Jimmy home, but Shane had strayed too far from first base and got doubled up in a close play. Charlie Manuel (the manager, if you’re under a rock) came out to argue that Cantu had bobbled the catch at first, to no avail.
Unfortunately, things went downhill; the Phils found themselves down 3-1, and then 6-1, on a series of squib singles just over the infielders heads. Apparently the home plate umpire was inconsistent with balls and strikes, and eventually Shane Victorino got tired of it; Chan Ho Park, on the mound in relief, threw an 0-2 pitch right on the corner for a ball, and Shane, in center field at the time, apparently threw his arms in the air in disgust. The ump had heard enough, and tossed him.
The infielders surrounded the ump to argue, which was good because Shane came flying in from center field like a terror, apparently intending to tackle the ump, but ran into catcher Paul Bako first, who dragged him to the dugout. The game continued, but the fans were incensed. Between every pitch, every inning, any time there was silence, they booed the ump. It was merciless. Later, when things were still looking poor for the home team, the infield and catcher assembled on the mound for a conference, and after a time the ump walked out to break it up and get the game moving; the fans tore into him. I hope he made it to his car after the game.
I can honestly say I have never seen a player get thrown out from center field. Sadly, I can report I’ve seen the Phils get routed before; they lost 12-3.
