How could I forget the most bizarre thing about Sunday's game?
All nine innings were played with dozens of seagulls on the field. I think they (the grounds crew, not the seagulls) must have just seeded or fertilized the grass.
Fortunately Dave Winfield is no longer playing.
Hundreds of birds were on the field in pregame, and I assumed they'd take their seats after the National Anthem. But no. They stayed. At one point one of them, Jonathan L., walked from where the second baseman should be across the infield toward the batter -- a left-hander. I braced for a splat. But he veered off, walked across first base and stood in the coaching box.
Once someone dropped a baseball from the right-field bleachers, and the umpires stopped the game to get it. But no one tried to chase the gulls.
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Funny that you commented on "the birds" in Detroit. The Saturday game on Fox shown here this week was the Tigers and Mets. My friends and I noticed the rogue fowl and wondered ourselves during the game how they were avoiding getting hit by the ball. Watching on tv it was distracting as the birds kept swooping in and out of the picture. I also wondered what drew them to the field.
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