Oh those zany Calgary Vipers of Golden League Baseball. If you work for them – and Jose Lima’s in town – you’ll get a soulful rendition of Happy Birthday that puts Marilyn Monroe to shame (huh?). If you sit in the wrong yellow seat, you might get a hole or two in the back of your shirt (I can confirm this). If the visiting victim team scores seven runs in the top of the third, by no means does this suggest the hometown heroes can’t score nine runs in the bottom of the fourth (the fat-lady doesn’t even warm up during double-digit deficits). If your hands are empty, THWBCIC has sage advice (“you there with the empty hand, but a beeeeeer in it”).
This is my Calgary Vipers blog, on which I’ll wax romantically on the Heroes of Foothills Stadium, and a little bit of Baseball in general. Maybe Calgary can be a baseball town?