Returning to the bunny_hugger trip report: So then how did Bruce Springsteen Tribute Night turn out at the ball park? Pretty well, I think, even if the locals lost. (In fact, I think the past two years every ball game I've gone to has been a loss for the locals; that's probably a small-sample effect. I'd hope, anyway.) And while they had no actual Bruce or E Street Band people besides the calling of folks on the public address speaker, they did use various Springsteen song cues at different moments in the game, including the interludes between innings. The one they did not use, surprisingly, was ``Born To Run'', although perhaps they were saving that for a home run (which no one got).
bunny_hugger was able to offer comparisons between the performance gimmicks of this exceedingly minor league team and the one in her backyard and I'm not sure whether I should have been surprised that there are things equivalent to the eyeball races out in Michigan too. (Three people in giant eyeball costumes race from the outfield to home in a contest sponsored by some eye care place.) One they didn't have for her was at the end of the game, when the field workers put out hula hoops with little prize claims and people who'd bought numbered tennis balls attempted to throw anything into any hoop anywhere from the distance of the stands. As you might imagine there were few winners.
The baseball game did end --- before the tennis ball attack, I mean --- with a fireworks show, which was thrilling to watch and neatly closed out the one big point from Seaside Heights which went unfulfilled. According to the web site Seaside Heights was supposed to have fireworks at 9 pm, and they didn't. We're pretty sure we weren't self-absorbed enough to miss that. Perhaps it was due to the atmosphere constantly threatening like it wanted to thunderstorm, which makes firework-related people all tense. But that Friday the weather was perfect and we were able to watch the fireworks and find wonderful satisfaction.
Finding the car was a bit of a bigger struggle, since we were in the overflow overflow lot and with many of the cars having left we actually had to walk all the way into the next county over in order to find it. In fact, I think we may still be walking out to it, this despite the fact that we did eventually find it, and we located a completely different diner at which to have dinner and marvel at how much there could be to do in under a week.
Trivia: In 1947 pitcher Bill Voiselle of the Boston Braves became the first major league player to wear the name of his hometown on the back of his uniform: He came from Ninety-Six, North Carolina, and his number was 96. Source: Great Baseball Feats, Facts, and Firsts, David Nemec.
Currently Reading: Assassination Vacation, Sarah Vowell.