Over the past couple of years we've been going to see the Mariners at Safeco Field with certain regularity. One of my favorite moments of the game is the seventh-inning stretch. That's when everyone stands up to sing the chorus of Take me out to the ball game. This is not just a Seattle thing. Everyone in every stadium across the country sings the song at every game. That it was written in 1908 speaks to the long history of the sport. The lyrics tell the story of a baseball-loving gal who asks her boyfriend to take her to the ballpark.
Take me out to the ball game,
Take me out with the crowd;
Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack,
I don't care if I never get back.
Let me root, root, root for the home team,
If they don't win, it's a shame.
For it's one, two, three strikes, you're out,
At the old ball game.
You see, sports were never part of my life growing up. I wasn't good at playing them, so I never developed an interest. But it's funny how life works sometimes. Fifteen years after moving to the U.S., I'm finally starting to realize that I got it all wrong. Following and rooting for a team, not necessarily playing the sport, is where the fun is.
Sketched on a pocket plain Moleskine notebook with a Pilot G-Tec 0.3 pen.
(You can see more sketches of Seattle sports on my newspaper blog.)