I was watching an Orioles game the other day. On television. And, after a couple innings I went and got my Droid (no iPhone for me, I like to be a contrarian), and started following the comments from people who were at the game and “tweeting” about it.
And, I wasn’t sure. Was that a good thing? Or just a noisy distraction?
After all, some of the tweeters had some nice observations. Some were even based on statistics and facts.
So perhaps it made my game-watching experience a bit richer.
Still, it’s always so strange to look out into the crowd and see so many people with their heads down. They aren’t even watching the game. They’re watching their emails, texts, and tweets. They’re talking on their cellphones.
Oh, sure, a few hardy souls are scoring the games, counting pitches, and creating their own pencil-marked treasure trove of statistical data. They’re allowed to have their heads down from time to time.
But, do you know how many videos exist of people catching foul balls while talking on their cell phone? Trust me … a zillion. But, I like these two guys best … because they’re a nice contrast.
First, meet Mr. Excited … he’s an A’s fan and had two chances at a foul ball. A’s Fan Catches Foul Ball While on the Phone.
Now, here’s Mr. Ho-Hum … he’s a Twins fan who has somehow let a foul ball interupt his phone call. I like the “Oh, yeh, hey, no big deal, I do this ALL the time,” smile at the end. Twins Fan Catches Foul Ball, Keeps Talking
Part of what first drew me to baseball was the ability to cocoon yourself inside the stadium, away from the stresses and challenges of real life. A whole new world was inside. No one can find you, unless you want to be found. The grass is always lush and green (and, nowadays, real!). A perfect view of the field. A crazy array of food and drink — and someone willing to bring it right to your seat! A giant mascot running around. And, three hours … or more … of nothing to do but watch a game on a lazy day.
So, it’s kind of sad to see my cozy baseball sanctuary invaded with smart phones and tablets and other distractions.
In that respect, I’m a purist. Or, I’m boring and a bit twee.
But, then again … I’m the first person to watch a video of something zany that happened at a game and that a fan was quick to capture on their phone. (The streakers earlier this season at Baltimore games? Banned from television, but, yeh, I watched ’em all on YouTube.) And, the tweeters often see things that the cameras don’t catch.
In which case, I’m a hip, techno-saavy Droidster.
Oh, and here’s one of the streakers. Although, as you will see, the term “streaker” is fairly loosely defined here, since he neglected to take his pants off.
I guess I’ll just be happy to walk the middle way — as Yoga always reminds us, being balanced is best! So, yay, for the purists who enjoy the true “getaway” from the world that a baseball game offers. And, yay, to those folks who share their games with those of us on the outside.
And, yay, for that A’s fan who finally caught a foul ball!