You know, these Cubs vs Angels games, they always have a certain kind of energy. Or maybe it’s just me who feels it that way. It’s not like your everyday matchup, there’s always something a bit extra in the air, I think.
So I Figured, Why Not Go See One?
I decided, pretty much on a whim, that I should actually go and see them play. For real, in person. I thought, hey, how hard can it be? Grab a ticket, head to the ballpark. Yeah, famous last words, right? That was the start of my little adventure, or “practice” as I guess you could call it.
The Whole Ordeal with the Tickets
Man, oh man. Trying to get a halfway decent seat without having to mortgage my house? That was the first big hurdle. And let me tell you, it really turned into a whole process. A real test of patience, that’s for sure.
- First off, I scoured the internet. Every single site I could think of. And the prices? Through the roof. Seriously, some of them were just ridiculous.
- Then I thought, maybe I’ll just show up at the stadium on game day and try my luck at the box office. But that felt like an even bigger gamble, you know? Could end up with nothing.
I eventually snagged something. Wasn’t the best view, not by a long shot, but hey, I was in. That was the main goal, I guess. Just getting through the door felt like a win at that point.
Game Day – The Actual Experience
So, I finally made it there. You know how it is at a baseball game. The smell of hot dogs, the sound of the crowd, people shouting for their team. All the usual stuff. But this particular game, something felt a bit different. Or maybe I was just looking for it, after all the effort to get there.
And here’s the thing that really stuck with me, the real takeaway from the whole day. You see these two groups of fans, right? Cubs fans, they always travel well, they’re super loud, really into it. Then you have the Angels fans, maybe a bit more laid back overall, but still passionate, you know, in their own local way.
It wasn’t even about who won or lost the game, not for me anyway. The whole “practice” of going, from hunting down those tickets to sitting in that seat, it made me really notice how differently people can experience the exact same event unfolding in front of them. Some folks were on the edge of their seats, living and dying with every single pitch. Others were just chilling, happy to be out in the sun, maybe they barely knew who was batting. It really made me think, you know?
All that effort I put in just to be there, and then you see this whole spectrum of how people engage. Guess that’s baseball for you, or maybe it’s just people in general. That was my big lesson from actually bothering to go through the whole rigmarole. Sometimes the getting there and the watching people watch is the real game.
