Baseball fan Collin Carroll blows a vuvuzela-like horn at the Rays-Marlins game on June 19.
There I was, sitting in my Lazy Boy recliner, soaking up another win by the Atlanta Braves over the Washington Nationals when I heard it.
The vuvuzela had come to baseball. It was just one lone note, not a chorus of hundreds, or thousands, of revelers. But there it was. The lone "player" got more enthusiastic as the game neared the last out.
I wasn't sure how I felt about it. I like the vuvuzela, as unfashionable as that may be to say here in North America. But in baseball? And just one horn? So I Googled "vuvuzela baseball" and found what I suspected: Wednesday night's Braves-Nats game (Braves win!) was not a first.
My favorite search result was: "Florida Marlins 'Vuvuzela Night': Disaster Of Biblical Proportions." Author Robert Paul Reyes did not hold back when expressing his feelings about that team's decision to give away thousands of vuvuzela-like noisemakers:
If there's a hell I imagine that a demon carries a hot poker in one hand, and a vuvuzela in the other. Why a professional baseball team would give away Satan's toys is beyond comprehension.
As a fan of hyperbole, I couldn't help but laugh. But American sport needs a little more verve in the stands and the vuvuzela may be just another sign that globalization isn't such a bad thing, after all.