Some things are the same.
The huge crowds.
The excitement in the air.
The noise makers.
However, this particular kind of ball game probably wouldn't attract the same kind of crowds in America. Even with the "Real Madrid Legends" as the visiting team. (If you don't understand the significance of this, I won't try to explain it to you. Just trust me when I say it's a big deal).
Even the President of Tanzania was in attendance.
No nachos or hot dogs sold at this game. But candy, peanuts, samosas, and ice cream were plentiful. Maybe the snack sellers at Dodger Stadium could learn a few tricks from these guys.
Another thing that's the same? I only go for the company.
I love her.
And Grace loves her girl.
Though we went as a family, ball games are not family events here. The crowd was probably 90-95% men. Very few women, and even fewer children. When we go, we definitely stand out. Once, we even got our picture in the newspaper the next day.
It was fun, even though Tanzania lost.
That is, it was fun until after the game. But that incident is part of a bigger topic, so I will save that for the next post.