When I was a kid, going to the baseball game was a very different aethetic. There was an Hammond organ. There were people cheering and clapping. But there was no rock and roll. There were no theme songs for each batter. There was no “Hell’s Bells” for the closer.
Fans also didn’t do the wave.
The old days had it advantages. Then, it seemed the gamed mattered more than the entertainment. If the fans wanted a rally, they started the rhytmic clapping themselves. When a hit was called for, we yelled “We want a hit.” The scoreboard didn’t offer cue cards. As a fan, you had to follow the game if you wanted to do more than sit on your hands.
And fans didn’t do the wave, which is the dumbest non-cheer in sports.
Apparently, I’m not the only one who feels this way.