It was Father's Day at the stadium. The big screen showed interviews of the players talking about their dads. The expected treacly stuff. The starting pitch was thrown by a kid, whose dad stood proudly by him. Fathers-and-sons won prizes sponsored by one company or another. The American genius for packing sports, entertainment and commerce into one enticing package. The whole Father's Day a-do affected TCH, who attended the game to distract himself from thinking he was not with his children on this day. We were supporting the Rays, the team his parents in Florida support.
At one point the stadium cameras zoomed in on couples, and they appeared on the big screen, framed by a heart. Needless to say, the couples, though diverse in age and ethnicity, were all straight. It was a routine affirmation of hetero-normality. I realized afresh I cheer for a different team, a team not playing at home in the spanking new stadium. I was happy that the Rays beat the home team 10-6.