Yesterday, as I've been doing all week, I went down to Telus Field to watch
baseball, specifically Australia versus Japan on this night. Coincidentally, I had recently rediscovered my old "
looking for a Japanese girlfriend" t-shirt. So I was all like "what the hell?" and I tossed it on before heading down to the park.
Now, rather surprisingly--shockingly, one might say--Australia ended up taking the boots to Japan, winning 7-1. But after the game, I decided to station myself behind the Japanese dugout, in hopes of attracting the team's attention and endearing myself to them enough that I could convince one of them to toss me a ball. (The one thing about this tournament that's really angering me thus far is that I've yet to get a foul ball.)
Well, one of the players did indeed spot me right away, at which point she started laughing and pointed me out to one of her teammates, who waved at me and laughed, and it went on like this until the whole team had seen me and my shirt, and got some enjoyment out of the sight (see, sometimes women DO enjoy seeing me!). So at the very least, I was able to cheer them up some after a tough loss.
But did I get a baseball out of the deal? No! After all I did for them, they couldn't even be bothered to toss me a lousy baseball. I tell you, that's the last time I ever cheer for Japan. Which, come to think of it, will probably work out well for them; but it's the principle of the thing. For shame, Team Japan: for shame.
