Monday, November 24, 2025

11/23/25 GGP

We have reached the time of year when it is colder in the East Bay than it is in SF.  It's a weird one.  I watched the temp go up as I crossed the bridge and by game time it was 62 degrees in the park which is almost comfortable.  Still overcast, not much wind which was nice.  

And a ballgame, I think we were 22 at our apex even without several stalwarts, all the hand-wringing that we do in the summertime seems foolish now.  And another strong Latin contingent game, ¡Buen juego, amigos! 

Dave started for the homers, along with donuts for all who desired them.  Satch started for the visitors, and the mound was a real treat to throw off, given the mud pie that it was last week.  We had scored run in the first, but the homers came back to tally one of their own, and that was to be the way the game was.  Real nail biter, contributions from everyone.

The largest lead recorded for the game was 3-1.  That quickly became 4-3 after the homers routed my final inning of pitching and took the lead back.  Sean came in to relieve me and he took it the rest of the way. Gabe came in for Dave, which resulted in a collective *GULP* from our bench.  But he stayed within the lines for most of his time pitching, which was great, but damn does that ball sizzle when it whizzes by!

The story of the game has to be Nick Smith, who made several defensive web gems at first base.  He also had a crucial hit late in the game.  Defense in general was critical in this game, the home team had a real Murderers Row and I don't think there was a single inning that didn't have a baserunner in scoring position.  I know at least twice I got out of a bases-loaded jam only giving up one run, and I think Sean did too, though he didn't give up any runs.

As for our team, I made it to second base early in the game and that was memorable as a positive.  Yet somehow, we scored runs.  Dave struck out at least 4 or 5 as well, so I don't know who was getting the hits and scoring the runs, other than Mike N.  Kudos to you nameless heroes! 

In the 8th, Phelps took over and we tied it at 4-4 and then took the lead again, 5-4.  Sean pitched a brilliant 9th inning, and it was capped with a leaping sno-cone catch from Connor at SS to seal the game.

5-4, visitors.

Highlights

* Nick Smith doing it all with style and grumpiness

* While our defense won the game, it also gave up at least 5 infield hits, the wet grass and mud really slowed the ball down, and we are not a charge-the-ball kind of game

* Tim P. with another impressive defensive day at 2nd and a timely hit

* We almost had a home to first double play

* Patrick showed us what speed looks like, when he just flat-out beat a throw to 2nd base from the SS on a force play

* I have to pat myself on the back for the finest curveball I have thrown in a while to strike out Gabe with the bases loaded.

* New guy Jeff was tracking down everything in the outfield

* Gaspar nullified the shift with a hit to the hole on the right side

* Ice Pack Award for Naldony for taking multiple scuds thrown by Gabe

* Tony did the right thing in checking the runner at 3rd, but then he checked again, and then he threw the ball away.  His regret was not faking a throw, as the runner was prime for tagging.

* Half our bench held up Nick W at third and the other half was sending him.  He got confused and stopped, but he did score eventually, so it all worked out.

* It was a rough day for Worthman, between the Ks and the fly ball that got the best of him

* The 10th fielder, the concrete wall behind the plate proved valuable in getting an out at home on a passed ball

NYT- San Quentin Baseball

 Thanks to HR for keeping us up to date.

In a prison yard, a pitcher follows through on the mound after releasing a pitch. A first baseman stands in the background.

San Quentin Rehabilitation Center, formerly known as San Quentin State Prison, was recently downgraded from high-security to low-security. Credit...Brian L. Frank for The New York Times

The Best Baseball Team Behind Bars

The San Quentin Giants’ opponents are impressed. But what about the parole board that decides the players’ fate?

San Quentin Rehabilitation Center, formerly known as San Quentin State Prison, was recently downgraded from high-security to low-security. 

By Eli Tan

Photographs by Brian L. Frank

Reporting from San Quentin Rehabilitation Center in Marin County, Calif.

  • Nov. 24, 2025

The paper fliers went up early one morning in April, an advertisement of hope in the cell blocks of California’s most notorious prison: Baseball tryout, Saturday, 9 a.m.

Listen to this article with reporter commentary

Richard Williams couldn’t have been more excited. He had been incarcerated in San Quentin for over three decades, and for the next six months, he would not be just Richard Williams, inmate H-07618. He would be Coach Will, the leader of the San Quentin Giants, the country’s best baseball team behind bars.

When Saturday morning came, dozens of men gathered on the edge of the infield dirt, still in their prison blue work clothes. They were as young as 24 and as old as 60; some had played college baseball, while others were picking up a bat for the first time since Little League. They would open their season on the day before Easter, and Williams began the tryout with his own message of redemption.

“We are here to prove to the outside world that we can play hard, and work together, and be teammates,” Williams said. “We are here to show them that people can change.”

Baseball has been played inside San Quentin for decades, usually between three teams called the Giants, the A’s and the Pirates, divided along racial lines. But in 2015, Williams and the players pushed to combine the teams into one. Instead of playing games mostly against each other, they wanted to focus on playing teams from the outside. As part of the broader transformation of the prison, which officially rebranded into a “rehabilitation center” in 2023, their request was granted.

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Batting practice at San Quentin. The inspection process for new equipment isn’t swift. When the San Francisco Giants donated a new hitting screen this year, it took three months before it was finally moved to the field.

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A man in a long-sleeve shirt leaning on a table and looking out of a prison cell.

Richard Williams, the team’s coach. “We needed someone that could command the respect of the young players and the old players,” the Giants’ former coach said about handing the reins to Williams in 2015.

In two weeks, they would play the first contest in a 40-game schedule against college, high school and men’s league opponents that would travel from as far as Canada to their field in Marin County, just north of San Francisco. Forty games, all at home.

They shed their work clothes for baseball pants in the dugout that April morning and got down to business. After warming up, Williams hit fly balls in center field, where the players were careful to avoid a huge hole that appeared a week earlier when a pipe exploded beneath the grass.

The field was smack in the middle of the yard, with a faint layer of grass and an outfield fence lined with barbed wire. In white letters on the scoreboard in right field, the players painted its name: San Quentin’s Field of Dreams.

For the men with the most serious offenses, like murder and rape, freedom is determined by a parole board that will hold hearings in the months after the season. For Williams and others, that will include trying to explain the importance of baseball in their rehabilitation to a group of people who might not be impressed by athletic pursuits.

A New Roster

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Three men in white T-shirts sitting under a scoreboard. The man in the middle is playing a guitar.

Spectators at San Quentin.

Chance Andes, San Quentin’s warden, believes that baseball can be just as rehabilitative as state-mandated therapy sessions or vocational training, which is why the prison has invested so much time and resources into the team.

“The skills you learn on a baseball field, the camaraderie, the joy, you can take that out into the real world,” the warden said.

For almost all the players on the team, it was also in the weeks or months after their final youth baseball seasons that their lives went downhill.

“When we’re out here, it’s more than just the feeling of playing baseball,” said Angelo Mechi, an assistant coach. “It’s the feeling of being free again.”

The best season in the program’s history was 2019, when the Giants finished 38-2, which included an improbable 33-game winning streak.

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Poteat and Robert Nash, another pitcher.

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Michael Soutar

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A man in a white shirt, with a baseball glove on his left hand, standing in front of a scoreboard.

Patrick Poteat, a pitcher.

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Angelo Mechi

Now Williams was trying to get his team back to its 2019 shape. The roster was almost entirely new, but in the last two years, they had some key additions, like Aaron Miles, a home-run-hitting outfielder, and Jarrod Williams, a slick-fielding second baseman.

With the roster set and just one week to go before opening day, Williams’s lineup received a surprise that arrived at the San Quentin gates by bus on a Friday and was ready to suit up for practice by Saturday morning.

“Anthony Del Gadillo,” he said. “I’m a catcher.”

Del Gadillo played college ball for California State University, Los Angeles. His career highlight was when he threw out Coco Crisp, the longtime major league center fielder, on a stolen base attempt. Twice.

Williams and Carrington Russelle, one of the team captains, could quickly see that Del Gadillo was a ballplayer. They got him a jersey — orange and black, with a patch showing the Major League Baseball logo behind bars — and cleats from the team’s wheelbarrow of equipment. With seven months left on his sentence, it would be his first and only season with the Giants.

 

Team Rules

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A blue shirt hanging on a fence.

A prison blue shirt in the bullpen before one of the team’s 40 games — all at home — this season.

The players believe that while baseball may play an important role in their rehabilitation, the team is not always an inspiration to the state officials who determine their parole. Parole boards, players say, would rather see them sit in a classroom and earn a certification — something that might better set them up for gainful employment upon re-entry in society. (The California Department of Corrections and Rehabilitation declined to comment.)

Lawyers who have represented the baseball players at their hearings say the team has come to epitomize a larger tension in the criminal justice system: While attitudes toward rehabilitation have evolved, the lawyers said, parole boards are often less progressive.

Mindful of the bigger stakes, Williams has rules: no gang affiliations, no racism, no drugs. Any violations are grounds to be kicked off the team.

“When you step on the field,” he tells them, “you leave prison politics behind.”

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Several men in baseball uniforms sitting together in a fenced-in area.

On game days, the players trade prison blues for uniforms that resemble those of the San Francisco Giants.

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A baseball player doing a push-up.

Pregame warm-ups at San Quentin.

A part of the program is a staff of volunteer coaches who come in from the outside, including Steve Reichardt, who has been coaching the Giants for over a decade, and brothers Greg and Phil Snyder. Reichardt used to be the head coach, but in 2015 he handed off most coaching duties to Williams, who at the time was still a player.

For each of the volunteer coaches, what began as an intriguing opportunity eventually transformed into something deeper. Often, when the players are released and have no family to meet them at the prison gates, one of the baseball coaches is there waiting for them.

“They might not realize it,” said Jarrod Williams, the second baseman, “but they’re the only role models a lot of us have.”

The Opener

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Other prisoners assist with umpiring and coaching duties during games.

The Giants’ opening day was a spectacle, with speakers blasting Bay Area rap music and speeches given by various administrators at the prison. Andes, the warden, threw out the ceremonial first pitch, and a live trumpet rendition of “The Star-Spangled Banner” played.

Their first opponent was the L.A. Love, a team of entertainment industry veterans who make an annual trip to San Quentin. (Jon Hamm and Casey Affleck have played in recent years.)

On the mound for the Giants was Victor Picazo, their southpaw ace with a firm fastball and sharp slider. The Giants’ offense got to work in the first inning when Russelle doubled and then scored on a single by Anthony Denard, another team captain.

They took the one-run lead into the sixth, but an outfield error cost them two runs. They never regained the lead, losing the opener 2-1.

The next several games didn’t go much better, and with a 3-3 record the team captains called a players-only meeting.

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Seen through a fence, a baseball player smiling.

“It’s the feeling of being free again,” one player said about being on the ball field at San Quentin.

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Seen from behind, a man with a long ponytail under a gray hat, standing on a baseball field.

At practice, physical mistakes are tolerated, but mental mistakes are punishable by push-ups.

Before they were serving life sentences in San Quentin, Russelle and Denard grew up together in East Oakland.

Russelle’s father was Denard’s high school coach and would pick Russelle up from middle school and take him to practice.

“That was my relationship with my dad: baseball,” Russelle said.

Denard was the team’s star outfielder who had the eyes of professional scouts by his junior year. He was drafted by the Minnesota Twins in 1996, and then by the Arizona Diamondbacks after playing in junior college. But an arm injury derailed his career, and he ended up on the streets.

He was arrested on a winter morning in 2000 after murdering a man in an altercation outside a gambling den.

“I thought I had made it,” Denard said. “Then I threw my life away.”

Russelle became a high school standout himself, recruited to play at Contra Costa College. But in the summer after his final college season, he said, he began to commit crimes and abuse drugs. He was arrested in 2008 and convicted of rape and robbery.

On the night of his arrest, he remembers looking at an officer’s gun as he was pinned to the police car. “I thought to myself, if I could just reach it,” Russelle said, “I would blow my brains out.”

The Late Rally

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Baseball players and coaches huddled together, holding their caps in the air.

Postgame prayer at San Quentin.

On a sunny morning in May, the Giants faced Yuba City, a travel team of high schoolers from two hours north.

The Giants were down by eight runs early but rallied to tie it. “Keep believing!” Russelle told them. “We’re in this!”

With two outs and the bases loaded in the bottom of the ninth, Kam Hamilton, the center fielder, swung and missed at a curveball in the dirt — but the ball skipped away. By the time the catcher could grab it, a cloud of dust had engulfed home plate, where Russelle, who had raced from third base, emerged victoriously. In a moment, a mistake became a triumph: The Giants won 10-9.

The teams gathered around the pitcher’s mound for a brief talk by both coaches, a postgame tradition.

“When you get off your path, you end up somewhere like here,” Russelle told them. “Stay focused. Listen to your coaches.”

He looked toward Denard, and said, “A lot of us were in your shoes, with bright careers ahead of us, and we blew it.”

The Parole Board

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Carrington Russelle

Since arriving in San Quentin in the spring of 2018, Russelle had done his best to build a résumé worthy of a second chance. At the beginning of the season, he used it to apply for a new sentence. If successful, a judge would review his case, taking into account character references and support letters.

Williams, too, hopes to regain his freedom soon. After three decades in San Quentin for burglary and assault, he is up for parole in February.

Parole hearings take place in a small room where prisoners sit, often alone, and face a pair of commissioners on a computer screen. The hearings last about two hours, beginning with a retelling of the crime and ending with a discussion of the current day. The parole board is looking for signs of rehabilitation in six categories. None of them involve baseball, per se.

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Williams outside his cell. He has been in San Quentin for three decades.

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Russelle is serving a life sentence.

Williams hoped his years of leadership on the field would come through, and his letters of recommendation would be written by the team’s volunteer coaches. In the character statement Russelle wrote in his application to be resentenced, he talked about how he used baseball as his ministry, and his role as a captain to build the team’s players into men.

On the floor of his cell, Russelle painted the Roman Road, a series of scriptures from the Book of Romans that outlines God’s plan for redemption: sin, consequence, salvation and acceptance.

But he realized redemption for his mistakes was more complicated than the wins and losses on a baseball field. After decades spent in prison for crimes that could never be undone, to victims that would never be the same, what did it mean to be redeemed?

“We caused tremendous harm, and we were rightly sentenced for our actions,” Russelle said. “Now we’re here, wanting to account for what we did.”

‘The Savage Beast’

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Russelle, safe at third.

The Giants took a 10-game winning streak into September, but it came to a lopsided end against Butte College, 19-0. With just a few weekends left to play, they were 21-8-2 — respectable, but far from the greatness of 2019.

The dog days of the season were beginning to set in. The laundry machines were broken, so the players hand-washed their uniforms in 10-gallon buckets. Their supply of baseballs was dwindling, and new boxes donated by outside organizations were stuck in an inspection process.

Team morale took a blow when Jarrod Williams violated the prison’s rules and was sent to solitary confinement.

On Thursday nights, the team practiced right after “count,” when inmates in the prison take attendance in their housing blocks.

You can’t see the ocean from the field, but its cool breeze and salty smell are apparent. On the last practice of the year, Williams threw batting practice as the sun set over a mountain of redwood trees beyond right field.

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A baseball player swinging a weighted bat to warm up.

Despite a 10-game winning streak, the Giants couldn’t match the success of the 2019 team.

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Spectators sitting and standing on bleachers next to a fence.

Other prisoners heckle their friends on the field.

“It soothes the savage beast,” Mechi said. “It is literally our Nirvana.”

Del Gadillo sat in the dugout and thought about his release, which was scheduled for just before Thanksgiving. He would meet his wife, April, at the prison gates, and they would take the train back to Southern California, where he had a job lined up working for Caltrain as part of a parolee employment program.

Russelle sat in contemplation, too, his 40-year-old body more sore than it had been in past years. If he was released, he said, there was one last season he planned to play: on his father’s men’s league team, which travels to Arizona every year for a father-son tournament. Neither he nor his father has ever had a chance to play in it.

The last game of the season was against Mission, a team from San Francisco. The coaches mixed up the rosters with prisoners and outsiders, giving the Giants a final chance to play against each other. When the game ended, the players lingered on the field a bit longer than usual, keeping their uniforms buttoned for one last time before next spring. The game wouldn’t count toward the team’s record, not that winning was on their minds.

Tuesday, November 18, 2025

11/16/25 GGP

It felt like this game was not going to happen, which is usually what starts happening around this time of year.  It rained really hard this week, which is good for the state, bad for baseball.  However, a quick recon on Sunday morning came back with good news, as long as we had a rake, the field was definitely playable.  

Hooray!  

I was doubly pleased because this is one of two weekends a year that I am guaranteed to play baseball if I want to, having turned 48 this week, birthday baseball is the best!  While we are on the subject, a hearty birthday greeting to Mike Naldony whose birthday actually fell on Sunday!

The weather was not exactly what one would call enjoyable, but at least at the beginning, it was dry-ish.  A light zest in the early innings, became a short big-drops-only rain, and then it stopped for a while, and then the zest got heavier and became a mist and then a rain, briefly.  By the 8th inning, it was wet enough that we were going to stop, but then it cleared and we were able to get the whole game in.

With plentiful parking in the park due to the damp conditions, we had enough to start the game on time, and with Sean starting for the homers and Satch for the visitors, it was game on. The grass was surprisingly dry for the what the weather had been like, but the mound was a different story.  

It sucked.  

The clay made for very slippery conditions and every time that I started to have a good landing zone, it would give way like a creaking levee and my foot would slip just enough to make me fearful. Sean didn't seem to have the same problems, so it may have been an issue of tonnage, but I threw 95% fastballs, or should I say "fastballs" since I couldn't really bear down.  The curve was erratic and the change up was useless, I never realized how much I rely on my landing to stabilize the ol' dipsy-doodle. 

We each scored a run early on, ours coming from Mike N, the birthday boy and lead-off hitter crossing the plate in the 1st.  The homers followed suit with an awesome safety squeeze, courtesy of the squeeze man himself, Greg. We scored another run and it stayed 2-1 for a while.  I left after 3 innings of almost falling on my ass and Dave took over.  He didn't seem to have any problems with the landing either, Sean stayed in and kept pouring it on.  

We tacked up a few more runs, and it was 5-1 through the middle innings.  More than most games, we had a Latin contingent out in force, all of them solid players and not a one of them over 5'2" except Erasto, who is probably a towering 5'5".  As much as we tried to get them to sit with us on the bench, they preferred to stay within their own group, at one point we had an all-Latin outfield, which may have been an MBC first. Wherever they were sitting, we were glad to have them.

Gabe came in to pitch for us, and if you have ever faced him, you know it is a not a fun experience.  He did well, as did Erasto who came in for the homers.  I think we scored one more and Mike N came in for the close, and he pitched admirably to cap his birthday game.  

Final, 6-2, visitors.

Highlights:

* Thanks to everyone who came out to play, we were 11-11 at our high point.

* Mike N did it all, bat, ball, glove, base stealing, happy birthday!

* Another game with several hits down the 3rd baseline, including one that went foul then came back and bounced off the bag

* A lot of strikeouts on a day that I would not have expected it

* Don showed up in the bottom of the 1st, so, early!

*  Always nice to have the Tim vs Sean battle, it's like our own little Civil War.

* I may be wrong here, but my thought is that a pass ball at 1st that hits the cement or fencing should be ruled a dead ball, and the runner gets 2nd. My rationale is that there is probably something else over there that it will hit, and its easier than trying to parse out the play

*  Patrick and Jacob both did a great job catching

* I had one of the longer singles of late 

* Nick Smith made two (!) foul ball catches at 1st. I complimented him as I passed him on the field and he asked if I was talking to him.....

*  The Safety Squeeze!

* Thank you to all that stayed to rake and clean up the field after the game, which hopefully will keep us on the good side of Parks and Rec. 

* To satisfy one kernel of conversation from the bench, here is the measurement to the berm in right field.  The story goes high school Barry Bonds hit a ball to the houses on the other side of Lincoln, which I call bullshit on, as it is easily 700+ feet. 

 

 

 

Monday, November 10, 2025

11/9/25 GGP

What a day!  

I had appealed to the group for good attendance since Rube Foster, my old man, was coming out to watch, and the two times before he had come out, we ended up only being able to do batting practice.  The third time pays for all in this case, as we had ample players and an amazing —bordering on sweltering— day.

As you no doubt surmise if you have been an avid reader of this little rag, I wanted to pitch a complete game, which meant a certain amount of assholery, since we were sitting 2 players at our high point.  Luckily my team was comprised of decent people and I got to pitch as much as I wanted to.  

The sleeper story of the game was the emergence of Nate as a dominant pitching force.  For 4 innings he held us scoreless, scattering 1 hit and 2 "I guess that was somewhere between a hit and error".  We went down in order the first two innings, and could not get started.  

The homers on the other hand, were raring to go from the first and began what would be a dazzling spell of baseball numerology.  The score was 2-0 in the 2nd inning, 4-0 in the 4th, 5-1 in the 5th, 6-3 in the 6th, and 7-5 in the 7th.

I had a rough go of it early on, the homers were teeing off on me, an when they weren't hitting rockets to center field, they hit ground balls to SS where Mitch encountered a dazzling display of shitty hops, one after another.  Seriously, I think he had about 6 bad hops, some run of the mill, some scary near misses with his face.  Once that stopped happening, our defense got a lot better.  For both teams, the double play was a weapon, I think I counted 5-6 double plays between the two teams.

Nate gave way to HR, then McG, then Erasto, and all of them pitched well.  HR was locked in at first but lost his grip on the control for a little while and we played the time-honored game of "Is it a strike or is it going to hit me in the neck?"

As usual, I plodded along, getting warmer with each inning, and by the end I was where I wanted to be, minimum pitches, maximum outs.  Never was easy, I think I had two innings without a baserunner, and I got out of at least 2 bases loaded jams, but the homers were threatening the entire game.  If we had won the game, I would have felt bad, our team never looked like winners.  We finished the game early by our standards and decided to go one more, since it was only 3:20.  Our team mustered up a little ginger to plate a run, but could not do more and the final was a much deserved win for the homers, 7-6.

Highlights

* Nate was a menace on the mound and at the plate, 3 hits, 2 doubles, about 4 RBIs

* Adam had my number all day, sending one line drive after another to left field

* The homers also hit 4 balls down the 3rd baseline for hits

* Sean tracked a ball down in the outfield when I really needed it

* Tim was a stalwart at 2nd for the double plays and had a nice knock

* McG, Mike N, Gabe, Nate, Powell, Lynch all had well struck balls 

* My knuckleball was stupidly bad at the beginning of the game and was my saving grace by the end

* Lots of foul balls

* Gabe turned on my inside fastballs 3 times in a row and got a lot of barrel, that's not supposed to happen

* Nick Smith stole a base and Anna made the mistake of swinging and fouling it off.  We think Nick should have been allowed to keep the base, since he had it stolen well before the swing.  

* I had what I thought was sure-fire double to right until it came down right where JT was standing

* Not only is Sean a great catcher, but he compliments you and makes you feel really good about yourself and your pitching

* The crazy lady that was monologuing in the stands throughout the game also was listening to a really nice selection of classical music.