this year, i had the privilege of going to the first night of opening weekend at skydome for the jays vs yankees. with a sold out crowd of over 48,000 screaming fans, it was an experience, to say the least.
now, depending on how often you read my blog and how well you actually know me, let's get one things straight: i like sports, but i love baseball. i wouldn't say i hate hockey but i'll watch it and occasionally follow it if something that isn't the leafs piques my interest, especially if i land tickets for a game. i follow basketball and the raptors as much as i can and try to get to a game a season. but baseball? that's my game. i lose track of how many games i end up going to in a season and occasionally play in fantasy baseball pools. yes, i know baseball. and yes, i know that blurs the line of stereotypical gender roles, but i think i crossed that line 25 years ago.
most games, you'll see me there with my brother. we share the same passion for baseball and the same disgust for humanity when we go to games. baseball bros. baseball bros everywhere. my brother and i are two tiny people. we like quiet things and lost our rowdiness phase long ago. we talk baseball and i look around at the rest of the fans in our section who are more inclined to chirp players or talk about how hot the girls sitting in the next row are.
yes, attractive people go to games. not all of them are going to be that interested in baseball or know anything about baseball, but it's a social activity that everyone should try once. people who enjoy baseball are going to be more than willing to explain things going on to someone that doesn't understand what's happening. and most likely, we're not going to try to make a move on you while we're explaining the rules to you; unless you ask a baseball bro.
what i've noticed in the amount of games i've been to is that, if you're a baseball bro, you're one for life. you get really drunk at the game. you might actually know things about the game, but most of the time, you don't. you yell and scream when bad plays happen. you talk louder than everyone else. you white boy dance and carry on. you check out every hot girl around you. you spend more time hanging out in lines getting beer and checking out girls not in the stands rather than watching the game. you probably came to the game with like 6 other baseball bros who are all doing the same thing. you're more likely to jump on the field streaking. you're more likely to get complaints and be escorted out of the game. you're more likely to be hated by everyone around you. and you're everywhere, in every section, whether you're in the lower 100s or upper 500s.
since i've grown up in an era of mindfulness and rampant femininity/masculinity, i can safely say that i've never been attracted to a baseball bro, or wanted to be. it's toxic masculinity, and these are the kinds of people i don't need in my life. these baseball bros are typically the dudes who use terrible pick up lines to pick up girls at the game. these are the dudes that believe because girls are looking at them, that the girls are interested in them.
as i stood in one of the beer lines on friday, i looked around to realize i was the only girl standing in either of these beer lines. a tv hooked up to the wall is playing the game, so i'm turned around to watch it while i wait in line. when i look back, the older, bald man with a pot belly standing in front of me is smiling at me and attempts to talk to me. i awkwardly small talk with him and turn back to watch the game. just then, two baseball bros get in line directly behind me and talk about how they aren't going to be able to make it to the club tonight. they drunkenly discuss logistic planning of how they're getting home and the one makes a comment about how i'm glued to the screen. i simply smile and quietly reply that i like baseball. they stop talking to me and go back to checking out the girls walking by. i turn back around to see the beer line hasn't moved and security is removing a guy from the line because he's too drunk and is causing a scene. the two guys behind me panic and wonder if they are also too drunk. they decide they are and leave the line.
i get a beer and head back to my seat, passing by all kinds of baseball bros on the way who are standing around checking out girls, most of them rating the girls as they walk by. i'm sorry, when did this become okay to do? this is not a club. most of these girls aren't here to get laid. what are the chances you're actually going to pick up a girl doing this? you know that thing.. where you actually have to talk to girls to have sex with them? this is not the place where you can just grind up behind a girl and take her home with you (although i wouldn't be surprised if this started happening at jays games in the future). i'm sure i was rated a 2 because i wasn't in a jays jersey with leggings and uggs and long hair and a jays hat and wasn't drunk and wasn't checking out the dudes rating girls as they walked by. but that's totally okay, because if i was rating those dudes too, they'd also be about a 2. i go to a jays game so i can watch baseball, not try to pick up a dude. and yes, there are A LOT of attractive dudes at these games
i waited to get back to my seat and watched as 2 drunken, belligerent dudes weren't listening to the staff member at the top of the stairs who told everyone to wait until the play was over to go back to their seats. the one sneaks by the staff member while the other is stopped by the staff member. the dude who is stopped then makes an extremely rude and racist comment to the staff member and all i wanted to do was punch the bro for his remark. i was impressed by the staff member who was probably around my age, for holding his own and not becoming upset about this drunken bro's comment. i imagine this wouldn't be the only time some drunk bro would be yelling racist comments at him during the season, and i actually felt bad.
later on, i noticed two more drunken, belligerent dudes making a scene about changing seats. these guys had to be at least mid-40s and were more drunk than any of the young bros in my section. one of them nearly wipes out going up the stairs. once a bro, always a bro.
just.. pay attention to the game.. please. you have better odds that the jays will win the game than you successfully picking up a hot girl at the game.
