Hanwha Eagles game

03.05.2013

I know that baseball is a big deal here, and also I know that Dave is a big baseball fan, so I wanted to go to a baseball game and sit in the sun and eat dried squid and stuff.

It is now spring, so it's a good time to get out in the sun and do that right? Yay. Dave had quite an adventure getting to the stadium, but he managed to find me just in time. We bought some chicken and my favourite pickled radishes from the ladies lined up outside and then just basically watched what unravelled. I have to say it was the most outsider feeling I have ever felt in my life. Everyone else was constantly singing songs and doing dances that I have never seen before. There was a group of freakishly tall Korean women in crazy short shorts dancing around everytime there was a change of inning. There was also some sort of weird hype man, trying to get people excited. There was no seventh inning stretch, instead, it was time to pick up your garbage. They handed out plastic bags and you had to bag it yourself.

They didn't even stop singing to wait for the pitcher to pitch! It was like no one was even paying attention and it didn't even matter if they won or lost. The typical North American reverence for the game was completely absent. I don't think I ever heard the crack of the bat or the deafening silence while the crowd waits for the next hit.

It wasn't exactly an uncomfortable experience, I just got a really strong feeling that I am you know "not in Kansas anymore", or something.

Me vs. radishes