Baseball in Bangor, Maine

Although the Senior World Series was the reason for making the trip to Maine, I did not pay much attention to the outcome of the games until the final two matches. The second to last game in the series was set to start early in the morning. So, my boyfriend and I started our day by stopping at Dunkin Donuts on our way to the ballpark (a luxury that is denied in most of California. Good luck finding a DD in the Bay Area).

We actually got to the stadium early enough for me to sit wherever I wanted. With the extra time I had waiting for the crowd to arrive, I tried a couple of different places, comparing the different angles of the field and where the sun was going to hit. I eventually ended up in the center row, center aisle. Unfortunately, I could not expect to sit with my boyfriend since he was part of the press. He would be in the press box, under the shade. Oh well.

The game was surprisingly exciting since I was rooting for the Fremont team from California against Aruba. Add a little international competition and I'm suddenly intrigued with the game. After six runs in the first inning, and a break for a pink hot dog for me (luckily, the rosy hot link looked weirder than it actually tasted) Fremont won 6-4, earning a spot in the finals the next day against the Texas team. After all the excitement exuding from the crowd this day, I was all amped to view tomorrow’s game. I didn't even mind the idea of the lengthy car trip back to the stadium early the next morning.

It’s interesting how the three-hour car rides, back and forth from Massachusetts to Maine, were far from boring for my boyfriend and I. We talked and laughed, even sang in the car. The trip on the road can almost be as much fun as the destination if you have the right company.

The scenery wasn't bad either. More and more trees lined the highway as we got closer North, to Maine. For anyone making a similar trip on the East coast, expect many tolls as you drive through the states and cities. It's a good thing we had a Fas Track that allowed us to zip right through the lines of cars.

On the last day of the Senior World Series (California versus Texas) the seats of the stadium were packed. I did not have my pick of seating on this day, regardless of how early we showed up. Even my boyfriend had trouble finding a seat by me. He got squeezed out of the tiny press box because some hot shots from ESPN took over. Apparently, the bigger media is allowed to push around the smaller papers who flew across the country to cover their local team.

The game was suspenseful as Texas took a strong lead and Fremont struggled to catch up I was actually on the edge of my seat for this game. I still made time to go down to the food stands and buy myself a lobster roll for lunch, though. I so badly wanted my local team to win. With a difficult crawl to reach Texas' score, Fremont still lost 7-9.At least my lobster rolls was tasty and thoroughly enjoyable (despite the use of frozen lobster meat).

I may not be a big sports nut, but I have to admit disappoint after rooting for a home team and watching them lose. Luckily, the rest of the past week’s events with my boyfriend were far from disappointing.