Charleston Battery is one of the older ‘professional men’s ‘soccer’ teams in the
Because of the ticket-delay we had missed the singing of the national anthem; this time there was only one. Fortunately, Blackbaud Stadium did provide for the inner human; in good American sports tradition it was well-stocked with snacks, including Papa Joe’s Pizza. After taking in some chicken nuggets, we made our way to the stand to see the unfolding of the “
As I would later find out, both
This was not to the liking of the vast majority of the (officially) 3.063 spectators, who were a lot more critical and engaged than most crowds I had experienced in the
We used the half time wisely by sampling the many goods that Blackbaud Stadium provided. I bought a long-sleeved t-shirt of the home team, pennants were again not available. Than it was time to feed the beasts, so M.G. was getting some “ices” and I was taking a bite of a little bag of “kettle korn”, a delicious version of popcorn.
We knew it was time to get back on the stand when we heard the commentator, who wasn’t as present as his colleague in
Probably one of the few decent attacks of the
Sticky from the sweat, and a bit sick from the kettle korn, M.G. and I happily left the stadium. While walking out, we were once again addressed by the