Banana Ball?

For a long time my mother and her neighbor have wanted to go to this "banana ball" thing. I was under the impression that this was a harlem globetrotters situation where it was all fun and games exhibition matches where the titular team always wins and the opposing team exists solely to make the main team look good, but that was simply not the case. In fact, the "Savannah Bananas" did not win the game on the night of May the 30th. The victors that night would actually end up being the "Indianapolis Clowns".

Although I had no predisposed biases going in, I found myself rooting for "The Clowns" and was very happy when they ended up winning. I enjoyed their kitschy carnival theming complete with a big band and contortionist. It felt very old school silly and fun in it's presentation compared to the "Savannah Bananas", which relied much more a very specific brand of millennial humor, which is quite cringey to me. There was no real cohesion to the theme of their team either, it was more so a collection of things that a board room thought the age range of 30-45 year olds would find funny. Given that my mother and her neighbor were so enamored by this charade it is clear that their efforts paid off.

The concessions where very expensive at the stadium, as is typical of a major leauge baseball enterprise. This was held in Kauffman Stadium, the same facilities the "Kansas City Royals" use, after all. I got a pretzel, which was ok for pretzel standards. Other members of our group got hot dogs, which were very very small, especially considering the hefty price of 7 dollars. I didn't pay and I still felt ripped off.

Although I was immediately invested in the game, I did find myself enjoying the various escapades of the teams. I especially liked one bit where a bat broke and they held a brief but elaborate funeral service for it. It was clearly pre-planned, as was most everything in the game, but I still enjoyed it on a purely entertainment level. I am fine with this predetermined tomfoolery as long as it makes for a more enjoyable show, which I think it does. Even though it wasn't entirely my cup of tea, I would still watch it again over a normal baseball game.

When the game ended I attempted to get to my car quickly to avoid spending hours trying to leave the parking lot. I ending up sprinting a lot of ways to achieve this goal. Even though I failed at beating the other cars to the punch, the queue still went much faster than I was anticipating and I was on the highway within 20 minutes of me arriving at my car. Before I arrived home I bought a fast food meal from Whataburger, as it was late and they were one of the only establishments still open, as it was near 11 at night. The burger was satisfactory and fufilling. Upon finishing it I went to bed for the night.