The other weekend I was watching TV. I got so tired that I napped for four hours. You might think that jet lag had finally caught up with me. Actually, I was watching baseball. It's one of the few Korean programs I can follow, but it still puts me to sleep no matter where I am.
Koreans love their baseball. It is the first week of the season. Perhaps I am a U.S. baseball snob, but I have trouble understanding the fans. The fan-base appears to be equal number of men to women; though it does seem to be a young person's sport. And they are all crazy. They cheer for foul balls. They are nuts. The Koreans cheer for balls ground behind the plate. They actually have cheerleaders that lead cheers from on top of the dugout. They constantly bang those rally sticks. Still, I need to go to a game. The energy at Korean games is very high. I love going to a baseball game even if watching it on TV is immensely boring.
So now I have to pick a team to follow. Understand that I am a New York Mets fan. I have become accustomed to failure. Monumental failure. The Mets by any other name would still suck (Even Shakespeare thought the Mets sucked). The last two years, the Mets have sent me an email apologizing for the season. For someone who loves to complain, the Mets make me very happy. They give me plenty to complain about. I need that same therapy here. I was hoping to just pick a local team, but I haven't figured that out yet. The teams are owned by companies, so instead of the Seoul Giants you have the Samsung Lions and the Kia Tigers. I'm having a really hard time rooting for a company, but that is no worse than having rooted for my Madoff's boys.
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