Porch Talk

Baseball, Boba Fett, and Bread

I’m not really what you would call a big sports buff. I never watch sports on the tube (especially since we don’t have cable) and I don’t really follow who is winning what. I can, however, have a good time attending a game with friends. There is something different about actually being at the game that makes it appealing, even to non-sports peoples like me.

Recently, I was invited by a friend of mine, Sam Wilwerding, to a Peoria Chiefs baseball game. The Peoria Chiefs are a singleA baseball team that is sponsored by the Chicago Cubs (thanks to Sam for that info; like I would ever know that). It was pretty fun, even though the Chiefs ended up losing to the West Michigan Whitecaps. Who comes up with these names, anyway? I always though that "We Will Rock You" was a hockey song. They played it about 20 times throughout the game. Not the whole song, mind you; just the first 10 stomps and claps.

As you can see, we had some pretty good seats. We were right above the visiting team’s dugout so we had a good view of the playing field.

Ok, I’m not sure how much has changed since I last attended an event such as this, but if I recall correctly, they used to throw T-shirts to the crowd. I was quite surprised to find them hurling loves of white bread to the seething masses. Ok, so it wasn’t that big of a turn out, but that’s beside the point.

Sam and I did get to meat Boba Fett and a couple of Storm troopers that were prowling the audience. Sam can be seen here, showing his disgust for the “Empire”.

They did end up closing the show with a pretty good fire works show. I was surprised to find such a huge display, even after the home team lost.

All in all it was a pretty fun time and I’d be glad to do it again.
Thanks Sam.

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