Last week I had new experiences in Toronto. On Monday we went to see a Tennis match in Rogers Cup - a Tournament of the Master Series - as part of a YUELI trip. And on Friday, Ayana, Chie and Maria invited me to see a Baseball game of the famous Toronto Blue Jays. Actually, I had never before been neither in a tennis match nor in a baseball game. To be sincere, I barely knew baseball rules or how to count points in Tennis. But both experiences were very nice. In Rogers Cup I was surprised because the first match was with Boris Becker. This German guy I used to see in TV when I was a kid! But it was just a exibition match. The real match was between a Canadian and a Croatian player. None of them were really very good, but I enjoyed my time. It was funny to hear Puma crazy about “Federô” (Roger Federer) or hear people supporting the Canadian player (who won), yelling “Go, Frank!”
But I liked more of the Blue Jays. The Roger Centre stadium is very beautiful and I discovered that the game is not the most important thing in a baseball game. The guy who plays the organ during the breaks is so important as the player, because he keeps playing songs and keeps the people happy. At the end of the game I was also singing/screaming “Let’s go, Blue Jays, Let’s Go!”. And I discovered also that a baseball game is an interesting game. It is a very American game because it can be played by anyone. Baseball players don’t look like athletes, but they are just like a fat bus driver or an old plumber. It’s a regular men sport. And although the match was a bit boring in the middle (It lasted almost three hours!), the end was really very exciting! You can see pictures and have more information about the game in Maria’s blog.
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Rafael, do they play rugby in Canada?
There is a story about a baseball player from Philadelphia named Jokn Kruk. He was a very good hitter, but also kind of a fat slob. One day, he was on the field, waiting for his turn to bat, and he was smoking a cigarette. A woman in the stands yelled at him: "How can you smoke? You're an athlete!" And he said, "Lady, I'm no athlete. I'm a baseball player."
Well, that's baseball.
But hockey is really the game, here. That's their religion, and they are, really, better than anyone else at it. Also rougher.
My father-in-law -- the old bullfighter -- said to me once, "All I want is a grandson who wants to be a torero." I said, "But he'll be Canadian. He may want to be a hockey player." And he said, "Hockey? No! Too dangerous!"
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