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And Yet No Foam Finger

June 6, 2008 - Wes Burns
Fear not, faithful readers; I have not yet begun to blog! I know that this post is woefully late and for those of you that depend on my writings to get you through the work day let me apologize. I DID have a good reason.

I went to the Marshalltown softball diamonds for the first time tonight in at least 20 years. Rare is the occasion that I attend softball games, or games of any type for that matter so tonight was of particular interest as I wanted to see what I was missing.

The softball diamonds are a heavy cultural influence on the summer night life of Marshalltown. The sheer presence of the lights of a night game mean loud, irregular cheers arising from the distance. It also means that soon the town will be descended upon by gaggles of matching shirt athletes, fresh from victory or attempting to forget a defeat but nonetheless all eager to enjoy the rest of the evening.

As for attending a summer night game I was impressed. Not just with the impressive recovery that my friends' team made in the latter half of the game (you got robbed on that foul call, Joe!) but with just how much these teams get into the games.

Maybe this is something normal for people that regularly attend softball games but for those of us that remember the ball diamond mostly from the faint memory of nachos it was quite a sight.

All in all a great night for a game. Still, I was a little disappointed at the lack of trash talk being yelled from the crowd. Frankly it made my derogatory yelling look borderline inappropriate. Borderline.


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