John and I are trying to see as many Olympic venues as possible before the big event. One warm Saturday afternoon, we headed to a baseball game...no tickets, but we knew we could get some there. We were wrong!
As we walked away, a tiny man came up to us and muttered, "tickets" under his breath...and began to walk away. Part of the adventure that is China is following your instincts...so we scurried along behind him. When we were far from the stadium (the police were watching for scalpers...), he showed us the tickets and the price! Tai Gui Le! Too expensive! We got him to sell them for about 1/3 of what he was initially asking.
Baseball in China is fun -- everyone cheers for both teams. But it was the saddest rendition of the seventh inning stretch, Take me out to the ballgame, we've ever heard. However, John and I sang lustily and swayed to show them how it's done! 










