My wife and I went to the Bison’s baseball game tonight. Putting aside the fact that they stunk (that would be a complimentary term for how they played) it was probably the most perfect evening for watching a ball game.
Except for all the seagulls. When dozens of them landed together in the middle of the outfield, and dozens others lined the roof, it got just a little too Hitchcockian for me.
I don’t know if the games are always like that, but to see four different pitchers, double-digit hitting, multiple errors and all those birds, it was just a bit surreal. We left after the top of the 5th.