Last night was the Stitch N Pitch event that I had been writing about for days. I thought that I would do it right and actually ride in the bus with the other knitters rather than drive through that LA traffic.
It started out at my very favorite knitting store Alamitos Bay Yarn Company located in the beautiful Long Beach Marina.
It is a very well kept shop with beautiful yarns, wonderful helpful salespeople and above all, Dodger fans. There was 30 knitters altogether including some interested husbands. We all had our knitting and were eager for a good game.
We were met by a tour bus which was absolutely the most comfortable ride I have ever been in. Nice air conditioning especially nice in the hot weather, plush seats, personal overhead lighting.. It must be like the one that the Dodgers ride in. It definitely was nice leaving the driving to someone else. He said his name was Dr. Iver. We all laughed.
When we maneuvered through the rush hour traffic, I just relaxed. There were a variety of women aboard who were very involved in knitting. Now what did I expect..fanatic Dodger fans? I came with two needles and a ball of yarn and left with the same needles and ball of yarn ripped out since I didn’t like the way it looked. Oh well, I suppose that my passion is more with the Dodgers than with kniting.
We were given all kinds of gifts once we reached the Stadium which was very cool
On the left is a bag that says Dodgers on one side. We also got a long tube that is supposed to be to put yarn in one side and accessories in the other. On the right is a nice Dodgers cap. Very cool gifts.
We were met at our seats by channel two weather guy Kai Goldberg who turned out to be a very nice person. He talked to everyone about their knitting
I thought that it was time to go to my regular season seat. I told a couple of my fellow knitters where my seat usually is and I told them that I would be back to catch the bus. The seats that the knitters were given was in Reserve Level Section 36 which is on the right field side two levels up. My seat is on the left field side, field level. Opposite ends of the stadium.
I got to my seat after a bit of a walk since the stadium is qute large. It took several flights of stairs and an ecalator ride down. I found out there was someone already sitting in my seat so I should have already seen a red light.
When things start out not quite right, it usually escalates into horrible not right, at least in my expereince. Since I took the bus, we arrived late which I never do. Everyone knows that I have a set routine so anything out of the ordinary upsets the apple cart. Baseball players like their set routine, we fans are probably just as superstitious.
The Dodgers started out with our SP Billingsley doing a horrendous job. After two innings, the Astros already had a total of 6 runs. Not good. How many teams can come back with a 6 run deficit in 2 innings. Right, the game is still young, it’s still early. I knew it would be a long game. Either it’s good Chad or it’s bad Chad. He is our allstar but that’s his M.O. Last night it was Bad Chad. And either the Dodgers are all hitting or no one is hitting. In fact, James Loney’s 12 game hitting streak hit the skids. That’s done. Matt Kemp did not play, Juan Pierre played center field. i love Juan Pierre but he doesn’t have the arm to play that position. I’m not saying that Matty would have been the factor to win the game. Or am I?? I have said very often that Joe Torre waits too long to take a cold pitccher out. I know he’s doing it to save the arms of our bullpen, but a 6 run lead pretty much ended the game already in the second inning. I was already thinking of going to the bus by that time.
I should have done that. The rest of my story is not pretty. I have some pet peeves as everyone knows, one being those stupid beach balls. Another are the drunks that seem to ruin the game. Alcohol seems to change even the nicest people.
Last night was the perfect example. I sat next to about 5 young men who introduced themelves as friends from work, a couple had gone on to work at another place, so it was a reunion of sorts. They were friendly, talking, laughing, taking pictures. Then they started to get a bit drunk. A couple of the guys kept yelliing out to Manny who waved a couple of times but after a while I think he figured out that they were drunk. One of the group was really drunk, I could tell by his slurry speech, his red face, and his actions. The fellow sitting next to me was very polite and considerate so I didn’t pay attention to his friends. He apologized for them and said that they were a bit intoxicated. I was still watching the game, still hoping that theteam could pull it off and score some runs but it didn’t look like it would happen. By the seventh inning, I knew that it was a done deal, the Dodgers would have their second loss in a row. After we stood and sang God Bless America. and Take Me Out to the Ballgame, I thought I would soon pack up my unique, but bulky gifts, my camera, my bag with my lunch uneaten, and go up to the Reserve Section since it was a trek. I didn’t want to step over too many people so I was waiting for a good moment, between innings. I decided I would leave before the eighth inning. Wrong choice. My friendly neighbor got up and his super drunk friend sat next to me after saying in a very inebriated voice. She’s not your girl! I’ll sit there. Red light. All of a sudden I could smell alcohol breath which turned my stomach. I turned and kept watching the game. He asked me if I would take a picture with his friends. I ignored him and he kept asking. When I turned around he grabbed me, put his arm around me, kissed me and had his friend take the picture. It was disgusting. He totally violated that personal space I had set up for myself. I was in tears. I fumbled around, gathered up my things and got up. I left shaking and upset. My usher Ernie ran up to me and said he saw what had happened. He said he was waiting for the word to kick them out. In fact three of the security team had been alerted and they were standing there waiting. I shook my head and said it was okay. They were actually nice guys but the alcohol had clouded their judgment. I couldn’t ruin everyones time because one of them was an idiot. I am still crying over it. It was upsetting. I understand how things get out of control and rapes happen. If I weren’t at a public ballgame, it would have escalated into more, I know.
Those of you who do drink alcohol at the games or anywhere else, please don’t do it in excess. It makes you do things you normally wouldn’t do. Alcohol hurts people. I know I responded to Julia in my last post about how I feel about those who use alcohol in excess. Here I am again a victim. It ruined my night, although the loss didn’t help, and I am still feeling that helpless violated feeling today.
So I took that trip home in the bus with the knitting ladies. I sat quietly by myself wishing that icky feeling would go away. One of the ladies told me she had watched me with her binoculars from across the field. She asked me who that was that was sitting next to me. Was he a friend? He seemed awfully close since he was hugging me. I looked through her and didn’t answer.