The Place to Be

Having been in FC 109 the previous two days, I was home playing ball with my dog Thursday night when our Section apparently became quite the center of attention yesterday. We have a report from our field correspondent, Dale, who was on the scene:

Last night's game was action-packed! Cincinnati has a scrappy team, and it was great to see Rich Aurilla and Royce Clayton again -- even if they did have on the wrong uniforms.

Unfortunately, the Giants were the Giants of July again. They got three runs in the first two innings, then put their bats to bed and tried to cling to a three-run lead with a bullpen that has more leaks than a sieve. Brad Hennessey pitched beautifully for five innings, then lost the ball and the game to the bullpen.

Section 109 was filled with action last night! There were 4-5 foul balls hit near our seats, including one two rows behind us that went through a man's hands, off his chin, and into my hand. The medics were called, the Giants fed him food and strong drink the rest of the game, and the TV cameras focused on him for the next two innings. Being the true fan that I am, I felt sorry for him and gave him the ball, which he proceeded to rub against his bloodied chin and hold up next to his bloody mouth for the cameras.

The fan with the "best orange outfit" was also in our section, which warranted Lou Seal making several appearances, and several moments on the big screen. A man two rows in front of us (who has apparently been eating "big-ass hamburgers" at the Brickhouse for years) stood up and waved his arms every time there was a big screen opportunity. Watching the game around him was like trying to see around the Empire State building.

Last, but not least, it was Jewish heritage night, and the "Rally Rabbi" was in our section! He is apparently quite a Giants fan, and he took several opportunities to appear on the big screen, even blowing "charge" on his shofar.

Dale gave him the ball. What a weenie.

It reminds me of a classic Boof story. He was sitting behind home plate at the Stick when a foul ball was rocketed straight back, and hit an eighty year old women smack in the center of the forehead. It knocked her out cold. As they carried her out on a stretcher, Boof got up and screamed at her, “Lady, you’ve got to PAY ATTENTION!”