You want to enjoy American roots again? Try minor league baseball.
Last night, the Mystery Woman took me to see the Saint Paul Saints shellac the Sioux City Explorers 10-2. Although some universities have better stadiums, there was plenty of green grass, blue skies and lots of unabashed goofy fun, including:
-- a piglet mascot named Garrison Squealer,
-- men in dresses dragged the infield during the seventh-inning drag,
-- pre-game tailgate parties,
-- barrel-rolling contest for kids,
-- and some pretty good baseball, all for a ten dollar ticket.
They call it the Beer League. And vendors in the bleachers wore T-shirts proclaiming "Free Beer." In small print, "Tomorrow."
Speaking of beer, it flowed. But I didn't see anybody get sloshed. We left early (metal bleacher seats) so I don't know if all teams follow this custom, but in San Francisco, they stop selling beer in the stadium after the seventh inning so nobody drives home drunk.
Now, if we could just get steroids out of the major league.
File this under shameless self promotion. See that book cover in the upper left corner of this blog? Four of us wrote the book. It's about our experiences covering the JFK assassination for KRLD-TV in Dallas. Two of the co-authors, Bill Mercer and Wes Wise, are old sports writers who have covered baseball (and other sports) for centuries. Both guys have been inducted into the Texas Radio Hall of Fame. Wes, of course, went bad and became Mayor of Dallas.
I'm not kidding about covering sports for centuries. Both men did play-by-play from a ticker tape without ever being at the games. That was before electricity and expense accounts were invented.
Buy the book on Amazon. When the News Went Live. Third printiing soon.