Roar & Peace
Last Thursday, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven - Nationals Park was blissfully quiet.
Well, not quiet -- 20,000 people yelled their heads off when Felipe Lopez hit his grand slam, and other noteworthy action got appreciative noise from the crowd. Mets fans could be heard taunting (before the slam), then loudly muttering, then the sound of their tails dragging between their legs was deafening as they moped out of the park.
But it *seemed* quiet.
Walking in, there was no mariachi band. During the game, the PA speakers refused to pepper us. There were no exhortatory songs, no snippets, no "DAY-OH," no stupid music as batters came to the plate. Simply put, there was no din.
Maybe a 5-15 start just embarrassed the guy running the PA into shamed silence.
Whatever. It was a pleasure to talk to a friend about the game (or about politics, Metro, cute women, or the subprime mortgage crisis -- baseball games are all ABOUT talking) without having to raise our voices over AC/DC's "Thunderstruck." Or Austin Kearns' horrific "theme music."
I know that everyone occasionally wants to know they're "where the action is." But sometimes, it seems that people going to the park are a little startled, and slightly miffed, that a ballgame has busted out to spoil the party. Maybe the Nats will be kind to us, and offer one baseball game per homestand where baseball is front and center. Then, when it's over, we can get back to the music, the jugglers, the fire-eaters, and the clowns.
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