Well, that sucked. Last night was the 18th time I have been to the Rogers Centre this year to see the Jays, and it was by FAR the worst game I have attended. In fact, the game was so bad that I broke my own rule of thumb – never leave early. I’ve been to games where the Jays have come back from four runs down in the bottom of the ninth, and I am a firm believer that anything can happen at a game. But yesterday was not one of those days.
They Jays were thoroughly thumped, and it took the wind of most of the fans at the game – except for the loud and obnoxious Red Sox fans. In our section in the 500’s, morale was so low that even the drunks weren’t heckling like normal. It was sad.
There was one group, however, that was having the time of their lives. They were singing, dancing, cheering, jumping up and down, and screaming. They were also extremely annoying because every chant they sang had something to do with Spain – not baseball.
They looked like a tour group, or perhaps a school that was in Toronto on a trip. I have no idea how many of them were together, but it looked like 40-50. Or more. My best guess for their ages was between 16-19.
The group was pretty quiet for the first few innings, and it wasn’t until about the 5th when they really found their voices. At that point, the classic tunes came out, including:
– “Espanyol, Espanyol, Espanyol. Espanyol, Espanyol, Espanyyyyoooooolllll.”
– “We are from Spain!” clap, clap, clap, clap, clap “We are from Spain!” clap, clap, clap, clap, clap “We are from Spain!”
– “La la la la la la la la SPAIN!”
It was like it was the World Cup all over again. Finally in the bottom of the sixth, with Boston clinging to a 9-1 lead, the Spaniards decided to step it up a notch. The girls in the row ahead of us lifted their shirts, and the guy on the end took his off. The plan was to write Blue Jays across their stomachs.
There were two problems though: 1. There were only six of them willing to join in, and 2. They didn’t have a marker.
So how did they move forward? Like this:
Girl 1 – B
Girl 2 – L
Girl 3 – U
Girl 4 – E
Girl 5 – J
Guy – ays
In ballpoint pen.
That’s right. A blue pen. Forget for a second that using a blue pen would make it impossible for anybody to see what was written. I was sitting right behind them and could barely make it out, so the rest of the crowd would have no chance when they popped on the Jumbotron.
No – the most ridiculous thing about using the pen was the fact that it hurts. Try writing on your hand with pen, pressing hard enough to make it dark. Then imagine having somebody else write on your stomach. The poor Spanish boy on the end was clenching his teeth and trying to hold back tears. He might as well have been getting a tattoo.
In the end it worked. They got on the Jumbotron. Nobody could read their stomachs, but that was a moot point.
Congratulations Ballpoint Spaniards, 500 Level Fans of the Game.