This past Friday I went to my first ever Saints game, and watched the next-door-to-hometown boys destroy their hated rivals Sioux Falls 7-nil. And even more fortunately, they did it by the 7th inning, thus insuring everyone in the crowd some free ribs. And really, isn't that the point of independent league baseball? Sure, when you get down to it, it's really just inferior baseball played by guys you've never heard of. And sure, you could drive 20 minutes the other direction and watch one of the most exciting teams in the bigs. But then you'd really be missing the point.
The point of independent league baseball is to watch some guy who really love the game play for little to no money. It's bad for them, but great for you, as you can get right behind home plate for $13, or the same price you'd pay at a big league stadium to be vaguely able to make out the fact that a ball game is going on. And where else do you see a random guy in a Mexican wrestling mask roaming the stands for reasons I can't quite figure out? In fact, I'm still not sure whether he was employed by the Saints, or just a guy who likes to dress up and come to ball games.
But the best thing about indy league baseball is that the recognize that baseball is really kind of a slow game, especially when most people there don't really care about the outcome of the game. As such, there is a great emphasis placed n between-inning entertainment and crowd give-a-ways. And because of this, I had my very first-ever experience of being in a prize-winning row. Sure, it was no Hormel Row-Of-Fame, but I did get a free foam finger, and there's nothing more apple-pie-American-baseball than that.
So if you're like me and had been meaning to get out to a Saints game but never actually got around to it, you can't be a cheap night at a gorgeous stadium...and a high likelihood of free foam fingers...
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