What Country Are We In Anyway?

Yesterday, the Bountiful Braves Sophomore baseball team battled the Granger Lancer's on Granger's home turf. It was a double header with the first game ending successfully with the Braves winning 15 to 4, and loosing in the second.

As I was cheering during the game, a friend kindly educated me on proper baseball terms. For instance, there is a ump not a ref, you score runs, not points, innings not quarters, and so on and so forth. Wow, do I have a lot to learn.

Just like there are specific terms in baseball, there is also certain "baseball foods". The most common foods are hot dogs, sodas, peanuts, cracker jacks, and spitz (if you can call them food). In high school baseball games it is VERY unusual to find a snack shack. Most treats or foods must be brought in by the spectators. The only "baseball food" I will usually pack is spitz. They can easily be thrown in a purse or bag.

We braved the weather elements (cold, wind, and a little rain) until the 4th inning and then watched the remainder of the games from the car. Ben and Meg needed to use the restroom facilities, so I drove over to the gas station on the corner. When we walked in the gas station, they had shelves of countless flavors of spitzs. WOW! Ben was so excited! He had been begging me to buy them for him for the last 3 games. He narrowed his purchase down to 3 flavors and we took the bags to the cash register. The friendly, tattooed (not that there is anything wrong with that), young cashiers began to explain to Ben why you don't need spitz, chew, or anything else like that at a baseball game. Playing the game, or watching the game should be enough. They were very animated, and gregarious about their thoughts. Ben said nothing, just observed the diversity of people, and listened to their comments. When we walked out of the store, Ben rolled his eyes and said, "What country are we in anyway."