Last Sunday, while I was at a baseball game (the Phillies vs. the Marlins, at Citizens Bank Park in Philadelphia), the middle-aged couple sitting next to me made it onto the kiss cam. This is when, between innings, hetero couples in the stands are put on the big scoreboard screen as some song like “Kiss Me” by Sixpence None the Richer or John Paul Young’s “Love Is in the Air” plays. Once they realize they are on screen, they kiss, and then the shot switches to another couple. Sometimes fans cheer if the couple is unusually old or unusually passionate, or if one of the partners is reluctant or surly, but usually they just watch. It's a streamlined, routinized version of the surprise wedding proposal, another occasional stadium sideshow. (Whenever this happens, I always remember a line from some stand-up routine I once saw: “What’s she going to do, say no?”)
Kiss cam
Kiss cam
Kiss cam
Last Sunday, while I was at a baseball game (the Phillies vs. the Marlins, at Citizens Bank Park in Philadelphia), the middle-aged couple sitting next to me made it onto the kiss cam. This is when, between innings, hetero couples in the stands are put on the big scoreboard screen as some song like “Kiss Me” by Sixpence None the Richer or John Paul Young’s “Love Is in the Air” plays. Once they realize they are on screen, they kiss, and then the shot switches to another couple. Sometimes fans cheer if the couple is unusually old or unusually passionate, or if one of the partners is reluctant or surly, but usually they just watch. It's a streamlined, routinized version of the surprise wedding proposal, another occasional stadium sideshow. (Whenever this happens, I always remember a line from some stand-up routine I once saw: “What’s she going to do, say no?”)