Tuesday, September 6, 2011
This weekend, I attended the final Sunday afternoon Marlins game in the history of Joe Player Sun Shark Stadium. It was the Phillies. It was Roy Halladay. It was 15,000 Phillies fans. It was 10 Marlins fans. It was one fan getting hit with a ball. It was an old Spanish lady getting hit with a bat. It was two idiot Phillies fans getting ejected. It was one idiot Phillies manager getting ejected. It was Hanley-less. It was Stanton-less. It was hot. Then it was rainy. Then it was hot again. It was 14 innings of edge-of-your-seat baseball. It was played poorly. And when it came time for it to end, it ended exactly how it should have. Appropriately. With a walk-off walk. An exciting moment made boring. Like everything that happens in that stadium on a sweltering Sunday afternoon.
And I'm glad I was a part of it. Now, let the Dolphins have their damn field back. Being forced to watch Olindo Mare shank field goals off the dirt was pitiful.