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Monday, October 02, 2006

baseball fever, after all


I confess.

On the way to the baseball game I thought of the title for this blog entry, and it wasn't "baseball fever." This is Central Europe, you see, and they're not known for a love of baseball over here. So in a flash of mediocre wit, I pre-named this blog "a baseball temperature"--- not quite a fever, but still a bit warmer than usual.

How wrong I was.

The final game of the Czech National Baseball League's play-off series between the Ostrava Arrows and KrĨ Altron was nothing short of a raging, malarial fever. At least if you were sitting on the Ostrava side of the stands, which (although I inadvertantly wore the opposing team's colors) we were. They literally drove halfway across the country to support their boys, and they got the most out of the same three cheers again and again, every half-inning. My ears rang the whole game from the airhorn blasts and tram bells.

Our American contingent stood up to sing "Take Me Out To The Ballgame" during the seventh inning stretch. And I think in doing so we won the respect of the Ostrava fan bus crew.

And the result? Although they almost blew a six run lead in the eighth, the Arrows ruled the day. All together, a nice substitute for play-off baseball, starting this week back in the USA.

Go A's!

- Joel

5 Comments:

Anonymous medicine_man said...

Does the fervor of the Czech game match your determination during your T-ball days?

1:57 PM  
Anonymous denimwoman said...

October AND Baseball! Wow! What could be better. Sounds like a great afternoon.

2:49 PM  
Blogger The Dorrs said...

you crazy, crazy man. they loved you. we both know they did.


Jack Hole

8:57 AM  
Blogger James said...

I liked this post.

Until the end.

Before your name.

2:40 PM  
Blogger Zach Barnes said...

damnit joel, you know how many robot spams i've gotten in the last few hours because you thought you'd be the witty guy you are. those robots have just been waitin for the chance, and there you go... i'm screwed. what's the point anymore... i can't take all those damned robots! they're everywhere... and they always win... the cooking contests... Damn their deluctable creamy Sardinian-style apple struedel

7:50 AM  

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