Wave Goodbye
The Wave is just about as fresh as that “We got spirit, yes we do” cheer. I know every crowd, in every ballpark does it nearly every game. And in L.A., it’s a spiritual experience. But how about we all agree to kick it back to the 80’s? Sure, the kids dig it, and therefore what’s the harm, right? Well personally, I’d rather watch the game. Exhibit A - Next time you’re at the park and knee deep in The Wave, check the faces in the crowd. You’ll notice the non-gamers getting all giggly watching it go round and round the stadium. Meanwhile, Ichiro just made a diving catch and threw out a runner tagging up from third. No big deal, that’s just a play you’ll never see again in person. At least you got to stand and yell, “Wooooo!” (A cheer, by the way, best reserved for Mardi Gras.)
Now just to prove to the kids that I’m not an ogre, I’m willing to compromise. Let's just start with this ground rule - the wave has to happen between innings (I know. This could tragically interfere with the Kiss Cam or some other essential inter-inning crap. But, something has to give.) Furthermore, I propose that for you diehard Wave enthusiasts (L.A.), we place it between the 8th and 9th innings. So jump up, throw your arms in the air, and squeal like a little girl who just don't care for those five minutes. And if you're not careful, you just might catch some baseball while you’re at the game.
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