I was born in Orange, CA — seeing the Halo sign at the Angels Stadium was routine, but nice to look at. It’s a landmark for me. I don’t own any sports paraphernalia. No jersey or baseball cap in my closet. The reason I went to this game is because of the free tickets. The last baseball game I saw was the Padres and it was okay. Maybe I could find beauty in baseball this time around. I appreciate the sports photographers take on the game.
The day was a beautiful Sunday — not a cloud in the sky. It was Blue Jays vs. Angels.
Let’s stop here. I know very little about team sports. In college, I played my harp for 40 hours a week. I took dance classes and ran ten miles at four a.m. with my friend. So, this will not be a play by play.
So, it was a beautiful day. Our seats were taken so they upgraded the tickets to left field behind the bullpen. I find myself people watching at a live game. You know, I’m writing this post with a New York accent. I’m talkin’ baseball and all a sudden I’m a New Yorka. Watching the pitchers warm up is awesome. There is a lot of excitement as the spectators cheer on the player jogging out of the pen. So, I finally focused on the game. The Angels were winning. Don’t ask me what inning ‘cause I don’t know. A batter from the Blue Jays runs from second base and gets tagged by an Angel. He’s out, right? The Blue Jay runs back to second base. The referee — he spreads his arms, “Safe!” What? There is some tense discussion between the refs as the crowd boos, but the guy is safe.
The score 6-5 — Blue Jays won. Angels should have won. Fa-ge-a-bou-it!
Days after the game it hits me. There is art on the stadium property. The Halo sign. The big “A” with a halo.