A beautiful night at the dome last night – not too hot, not too cold, just perfect. The action on the field was pretty good too, with the Jays knocking off the Orioles for the second straight day. Despite doing their absolute best to blow an 8-1 lead, Toronto held on for the 8-6 win to regain some momentum after the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad week that was.
Even though it was a nice night, the action in the 500 Level was slow. A lot of empty seats surrounded me, even though I was joined by two of Toronto’s most renowned young musicians – Misters Davis and Kelneck.
There was one fan, however, who made up for all the empty seats. She made the noise of hundreds, drank the beer of dozens, and danced like her feet were on fire. She started in the second inning, and – like the Energizer Bunny – just kept going, and going, and going, and going…..
Ladies and gentlemen, the 500 Level Fan of the Game for May 29th is the Dancin’ Lunatic.
Clad in a Colby Rasmus t-shirt, one would have expected her biggest ovations to be held for the CF. But it wasn’t the case. She cheered equally wild and aggressive, for EVERY member of the Jays, from Cooper to Davis, Bautista to Romero. I have a sneaky suspicion that she had no idea who was even batting – player or team – at any point. But she didn’t care.
The blue and white pom-poms were also a nice touch, and they never stopped moving.
The photo is a bit blurry, but you can see two people in the seats beside her. At first glance, we thought they were with her. But as the innings progressed we noticed more and more that not only did they not speak to her, they kept slowly moving away from her. Who knows if she even knew them at all.
But then, just as quickly as she started, the Dancing Lunatic suddenly stopped, put down her pom-poms and left. She paused briefly for a short solo dance a few rows down, but after that she simply walked away, gone into the night.
Post game, as we walked away from the dome talking about riveting subjects like dead squirrels, the Beatles coming to America, and country street parties, the unthinkable happened: the Dancing Lunatic reappeared. She looked to be heading to Union Station, but in as crooked a line as possible. Staggering left and right, the Lunatic walked directly into at least a dozen people – and that was just what we could see.
I trust she got home safely, and I can only hope that one day this season we can all be so lucky as to share a section with the Dancing Lunatic again.