Tonight we caught another Orem Owlz game with Leah and her new roomate, Danielle.
I love minor league baseball.
The concessions-laden, family atmosphere makes it seem equal parts athletic event and carnival. There is a unique air of relaxation and lightheartedness. If the home team loses, it’s a shame, but it’s easily forgivable. If you don’t know the players by name, you get to cheer for them indiscriminately.
Not so with the Red Sox at Fenway. No sir, that’s business. Tough losses sting for days and stars have to live up to their hype. October is always on the line. There’s no time for silly fan promotions…only monster home runs and faultless defensive play.
Don’t get me wrong, I love the MLB, but–pardon the expression–it’s a whole different ballgame.
