Last night, I sat in the stands surrounded by fans who flocked to Tropicana Field not to watch the floundering Tampa Bay Rays, but to wait eagerly through the ball game for a live performance by the Beach Boys.
The game, itself, was a disappointment on the Rays' part - but this is something to be expected of the team (so much so, that it seemed that almost everybody there was either waiting for the Beach Boys, or went solely to cheer on the Detriot Tigers).
While the final box score was 8-6, Tigers favor, this was a larger gap than it seems. The loss was only salvaged by Rays 'savior' Evan Longoria, who pounded a 3 run homer in the first inning. After this at-bat, Longoria, like the rest of the team, acheived little for the rest of the night. I recall no 3rd base plays, and I watched him either strike out, or had any of his plays cut short by the Tigers' first baseman on each of his subsequent at-bats.
This was, sadly, the highlight of the game.
The real joy last night came at about 11 o'clock when the Beach Boys made it on to center field. Mike Love and Bruce Johnston failed to disappoint, drawing tremendous cheers from the crowd as they, and the newest generation of replacement Beach Boys played up that same ol' routine that's thrilled for years, and left everyone leaving the stadium with a smile on his or her face.
I may hate the beach, but I don't thin anyone could hate the Beach Boys.
And, like they reminded up at the end of their show, everyone have a safe and enjoyable Labor Day.
As for me, I'll be spending Labor Day with the missus and her family, partaking in some kind of something-or-other boil thing... I have no idea what it is - though, I'll let you all know sometime next week.
Happy Labor Day!
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