I had a nice relaxing day yesterday. Went to the Palacio de Bellas Artes and the Museo del Estanquillo. Arty stuff blah blah blah, so fuck writing about that. You wanna know about this, I’m sure: I went to see one more baseball game. Woo! Hoo! Only, it was béisbol this time. It had crossed my mind when I was on the aeroplane from San Diego, I wonder if Mexico City’s baseball team is playing in the next couple of days? Type type type click: yes! Diablos Rojos del México vs. Piratas de Campeche.
After a fairly pedestrian start, full of hitters swinging at pitches they shouldn’t've, los Diablos got a 2-run homer in the bottom of the 4th. Things heated up when the visitors came back level after loaded in the bases with nobody out in the 7th, but a fine rally by the Diablos in the 8th, coupled with some terrible pitching gave the locals a 7-2 victory.
It was a good game. Especially as I went with my friend Naomi, who was a baseball virgin. And good to see the differences between Liga Mexicana de Béisbol and baseball in the US. Firstly, the prices were cheaper for beer and snacks. A beer at the game costs less than in a bar in Mexico City, which is a nice change from nine dollar beers at MLB games. And you can smoke in the stadium. There’s even ushers walking around holding Marlboro and Marlboro Lights aloft, shouting “cigarros!” like the hot dog/peanut/candy floss ushers up north.
There’s no jingo jingo la of a national anthem before the game. They have cheerleaders with pom poms, satin jackets and short, short skirts. And instead of “Take Me Out To The Ball Game” in the seventh-inning stretch, they played “Sweet Caroline,” a song that I really like, but is slightly tainted by being a favourite of fans of that team who wear red-coloured socks.
Throughout the game, to gee up the crowd, they played a song that I’ve heard a lot at baseball games all over North America: “Rock and Roll Part 2″ by Gary Glitter. How the heck the teams who choose to play this song haven’t heard about this, I don’t know, but he’s a convicted paedophile. Great song and everything, but he likes to fuck children!
Anyway, there were a couple of mascots that came onto the field between innings. One that looked like a some furry dog with devil horns, and another that was Winnie the Pooh. At one point, they both whipped off their furry heads to reveal lucha libre masks, and they did a little bit of wrestling. Frankly, it’s the best thing I’ve ever seen a mascot do.
All in all, a fun evening. It was great to see some baseball one last time. And rounded off nicely with a couple of excellent quesadillas.