Baseball insanity

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When my friend’s niece told me she’d taken 3 days off to show us around Seoul, I was a little worried we might not be able to spend our precious time in Seoul in the way that I wanted to.  My very sensible husband is familiar with my control freak tendencies.  He reminded me how long it takes to navigate Seoul when you’re not familiar with it.  Go with the flow, he encouraged me.  You’ll probably end up seeing more and having more fun if you just hand over control and let her guide you around.

On Thursday when Jamie suggested that we might like to go to a baseball game on Friday night, I wondered if that was really the best way to spend one of our precious evenings.  Then I remembered my husband’s words.   And I told Jamie we’d love to go.  After all, how often do we get invited to a Korean baseball game?

Friday evening we made our way to the stadium via subway with Jamie as our trusty guide.   Her friend Aiden had already bought us tickets and was at the ball park saving us seats.  The subway near the stadium was packed with people headed for the game.  Walking toward the stadium, Jamie told us that Korean baseball is different than in America.  There’s kimbap instead of hot dogs, dried squid instead of popcorn, and soju along with the standard beer and pop.

We grabbed some kimbap on the way in.   Jamie also insisted on buying us all thunder sticks.  I knew my boys would love them, but didn’t think I really needed them, not being an especially rabid fan — (I’d never heard of Doosan til that day!).  But Jamie bought them anyway, so I thanked her and accepted them.

Once inside the stadium, the noise was deafening.  Music, drums, thunder sticks, yelling, cheering…and the game had barely begun.  After a few minutes my ears resigned themselves to the noise level and I realized why the thunder sticks were needed.  A full 90% of the fans were actively cheering– hollering, beating their thunder sticks together, and generally creating a ruckus– at any given moment.   When I set down my thunder sticks to eat my kimbap, I almost felt like a bad sport.

There were bunches of different cheers and songs, each with a different drumming pattern.  (Check out the pix below of the worn drums).These people were here to CHEER.  The atmosphere was incredibly fun, incredibly unified.   It was just a big ol’ party, that’s all there is to it.

The game ended up going 11 innings, with Doosan winning in the end.  We skipped out in the 10th inning because the younger boys were incredibly tired.   But I am so glad that we said yes to the baseball game.  It was definitely one of the highlights of the trip.   I am so grateful to Jamie and Aiden for letting us tag along!  Thanks, you two!!!!!  <3   We had such an awesome time!

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  1. Wow! That looks like a great experience!

  2. i know just what you mean about wanting to do things your own way. i’m so glad it turned out to be a great time!

    nice pictures, too!

  3. Sounds like a great time and something that you will all remember.

  4. Such fun!!