It was an interesting game, and ultimately the Brewers won 5-4 (the baseball score that sounds like a Supreme Court decision) — on a big home run from Rickie Weeks (rhymes with "WikiLeaks").
I hadn't been to a baseball game since the 1970s, when I went to some Mets games and a couple Tigers games with my ex-husband. He grew up in NY, hence the Mets, and we lived in Ann Arbor (technically Ypsilanti) the summer Mark Fidrych was a sensation, and that's why we went to see the Tigers.
Last night's game was chosen because Meade has been a Reds fan since he moved to Cincinnati in 1974. I couldn't really tell which team I was rooting for, so I mainly drifted back and forth, between Meade's team and the home team. I tried to examine the nature of my allegiance. Sometimes I felt like I had a tendency to favor whoever was winning (because they were doing well and therefore deserved to win) and sometimes it seemed that I had a tendency to support the underdog (because I felt sorry for them or because if they gained ground it would make the game more exciting). Sometimes I focused on individual players and would favor them based on a combination of factors — for example Nyjer Morgan, who sported the traditional knee-breeches-and-stockings outfit and also made a great catch. That link goes to an interview he did last June that's seems a bit viral. Wait... here's the catch. See? The catch... and the stockings.
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