You remember Eleanor Roosevelt's line about how you should do something every day that scares you? The game was my Scary Thing for yesterday.
I know. Especially if you're American, you're thinking, scary? What the hell could be scary about something as squeaky-clean, family-oriented and apple pie-esque as a night at the ballpark?
Well, I'm a little gay man who was once a little gay kid. Here's a partial list of things I associate with ballparks based on my personal experiences:
- Being yelled at for not wanting to go to the ballpark.
- Being yelled at for wanting to bring a book to the ballpark.
- Being yelled at for not understanding the game. (I still don't.)
- Being yelled at for not having a great time at the ballpark.
- Being called a faggot.
- Being called a wimp.
- Being called a nerd.
- Being called a pansy.
- Having a beer thrown at me for inadvertently wearing the colors of the visiting team.
- Watching drunken men in the Fenway Park bleachers simulate anal sex with an inflatable doll in a Yankees jersey.
So I was nervous. Yeah, there would be 300 knitters, but there'd be thousands of non-knitters. And I've seen people I love get weird at sporting events. Belligerent. Especially when they felt I was letting down the team but not knowing what was going on (see "faggot, wimp, nerd, pansy," above).
I am happy to report that last night, I emerged unscathed and unmolested. I even, dare I say it, had fun, although at no point did I actually watch the game–which is probably one of the reasons I had fun. And you know what? The White Sox fans were pretty nice people, and so was the stadium crew.
I had my camera, so here's a little souvenir scrapbook. It was awesome, as always, to see familiar faces and meet stitchers I haven't met before. I even got a chance to talk to Gianofer Fields of Chicago Public Radio, who was there interviewing folks–she's the one in the headset, learning to cast on from Kathy of Arcadia Knitting.
Many thanks to the Chicago committee who put all this together, even though they also all run knitting shops and have way too much to do as it is.
PS. If you go see the White Sox, spend the extra money on the kosher hot dogs, it's worth it.
PPS. The red Stitch 'n' Pitch baseball caps are wicked cute. I will be wearing mine a lot.