Between the international move, packing, cleaning, goodbyes, finalizing work stuff, looking at homes in Michigan, making summer plans, taking care of a new baby, and, oh, hiking the mountains of Korea one last time, we really haven't had time to so much as catch our breath.
Despite the busyness, I did something I've never done in Korea -- I went to a baseball game.
Now before I went, I was picturing the setting: rows and rows of sparsely peopled stands of the stadium, some cheering during home runs, and maybe a wave if we were lucky. This has been my experience with stadiums and ball games in the States. I assumed it would be the same here. Ah, assumptions. Haven't I learned my lesson about assumptions about Korea by now?
As I got into the cab to head to the stadium with Finley, upon hearing where we were headed, the taxi driver said, "Why do you want to go there? The only thing there is the stadium."
"Well, yes," I replied. "We're going to the baseball game."
"Why are you taking a BABY to a baseball game?" he exclaimed.
"Um...because he likes baseball?"
Anyway, now I sort of see why the driver said that. It was the most packed sporting event I have ever seen, and the decibel level of the cheering was like what I imagine would go on at an Olympic gold-medal event.
Get a load of these fans:
Korean parents usually don't take infants out until they are 100 days old, much less to a rip-roaring sporting event that was undoubtedly a little too loud for a 7-week-old. Finley was great, though, as usual, with no crying and wide eyes. And I think he was a good luck charm for the LG Twins, who scored 6 runs in one inning after we got there!
|I'm laughing at the insanity of the fans.|
|Snoozing through the 6th inning.|