Baseball – the Male Equivalent to Shopping?
Baseball. I never really understood the male fascination with the game. What’s so enthralling about watching a group of men who rarely shave stand around in a field trying to look comfortable in tight pants (and judging by all the scratching, those pants must chafe)? Apparently guys dig it.
But not being one to entirely bash stuff I haven’t tried, I tagged along with a group of friends to a recent game. Around the bottom of the second inning, it dawned on me that baseball has several similarities to a favourite pastime of women – shopping.
Baseball is to men what shopping is to women: a common bonding experience where you get to swap stories, act a little silly, and pay outrageous prices for things you don’t really need. And just like men think that spending $200 on a killer pair of heels is ludicrous, women feel that $56.50 for two beers and a foam finger is just as financially questionable. It’s all relative, I guess.
My time at the ball game has certainly resulted in a greater appreciation for the sport and for the men who love it. It has also strengthened my belief that men have no right to comment on the spending habits of women – unless of course, they’re prepared to part with the beloved foam finger of a game gone by.
Posted By: Shopping Shorty