10-Cent Beer Night: never a good idea
Dec. 16th, 2001 11:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sanpaku_backupAfter seeing stories about this episode I was reminded of being in Cleveland for an Indians game with Ken and his dad. I remember the crowd booed when a fan failed to catch a fly ball. Talk about a tough crowd.
But I can understand. After a night like tonight, I must ask myself again: Why oh why oh why do I watch ^%#@#! football?
Anyway, I take an almost childish pleasure in events of mass fan psychosis. It is one thing in professional sports that is not scripted. Events like 10-Cent Beer Night or, better yet, Disco Demolition Night in Chicago, 1979 -- these kinds of things just couldn't be made up. I know, people get hurt. I am not in favor of people getting hurt, on any level. But something of the adolescent in me still cracks up when I remember Ken's dad joking about "Dave Parker Battery Night" at Three Rivers Stadium.
Okay, so to get that joke you need to know: 1) Dave Parker was a right fielder for the Pirates who at one time was good but by 1982 or 1983 was one of the numerous cokeheads who had ruined the team; 2) He was so fat by this time that he could barely be troubled to run after a fly ball, resulting in much anger on the part of the fans; 3) In 1982 some fan was arrested for throwing a 9V battery at Parker from the right field bleachers. So when he came back with the Reds a few years later, the suggestion of a "Dave Parker Battery Night" promo... well, I found it funny at 15, anyway...
Anyway, I still find Cleveland funny.
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Felix is limping. He's walking on 3 paws and holding the fourth in the air like a debonair gent. I now recall stepping on him last night. (He just insists on inserting himself on the top step as you go downstairs. It's strange behavior.) Usually he just shakes that off. Indeed he's jumping and doing all his usual stuff and I even can touch the paw. So they told me at the emergency vet that it's probably not broken. But I think he will need x-rays tomorrow. A visit to the vet: just what we both need.
But I can understand. After a night like tonight, I must ask myself again: Why oh why oh why do I watch ^%#@#! football?
Anyway, I take an almost childish pleasure in events of mass fan psychosis. It is one thing in professional sports that is not scripted. Events like 10-Cent Beer Night or, better yet, Disco Demolition Night in Chicago, 1979 -- these kinds of things just couldn't be made up. I know, people get hurt. I am not in favor of people getting hurt, on any level. But something of the adolescent in me still cracks up when I remember Ken's dad joking about "Dave Parker Battery Night" at Three Rivers Stadium.
Okay, so to get that joke you need to know: 1) Dave Parker was a right fielder for the Pirates who at one time was good but by 1982 or 1983 was one of the numerous cokeheads who had ruined the team; 2) He was so fat by this time that he could barely be troubled to run after a fly ball, resulting in much anger on the part of the fans; 3) In 1982 some fan was arrested for throwing a 9V battery at Parker from the right field bleachers. So when he came back with the Reds a few years later, the suggestion of a "Dave Parker Battery Night" promo... well, I found it funny at 15, anyway...
Anyway, I still find Cleveland funny.
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Felix is limping. He's walking on 3 paws and holding the fourth in the air like a debonair gent. I now recall stepping on him last night. (He just insists on inserting himself on the top step as you go downstairs. It's strange behavior.) Usually he just shakes that off. Indeed he's jumping and doing all his usual stuff and I even can touch the paw. So they told me at the emergency vet that it's probably not broken. But I think he will need x-rays tomorrow. A visit to the vet: just what we both need.
