The food was often exotic to us, but it was always scrumptious. We had reindeer meat with bacon, raw fish with dill, several kinds of herring, sausages with mustard, little whole fried fish from the local lake, fresh strawberry cake, new potatos freshly dug that morning, salmon soup, and much more.
|You eat these little fellows whole just like french fries.|
|The sausage lady deals them out hot and fresh|
|and we scarf them down with plenty of tangy mustard|
Attending a Finnish baseball game looked at first as if it were going to be a perfectly familiar experience.
The park entrance looks quite normal and the stands are filled with cheering fans.
But when the game starts things get a little dodgy.
You will note that the pitcher is standing right next to the home plate and just tosses the ball straight up into the air. The batter strides forward and gives it a wack as the ball comes down. His teamates are not in a dugout; they are right out there behind the batter with their arms in the air. The bases are arranged differently from American baseball and are also more like an area then a base. See map and picture below.
Another difference was that the players were all decked out in uniforms covered with advertisements. They reminded me more of race car drivers.
I never did quite figure out how runs were scored. Long hits that landed beyond the dirt area of the field were outs and not home-runs. Balls that landed inside the dirt area and skidded thruough an outfielder and into the grassy perimeter were fair and objects of great cheering. The field had a river running at the tree line in what we would call left and center field. I was told that if a fair hit rolled into the river it was still in play and an outfielder had to go in and get it. Quite an interesting little watery twist.
Scoring was made even more of a mystery because the scoreboard had been hit by lightening the week before and was not operable.
No matter it was still fun and the crowd was just as boisterous and partisan as in any American park.
It looked and felt like any small town celebration anywhere in the world. Lots of tent like booths and tables staffed by people selling their wares.
|It was a young people's favorite.|
|Many of the older folks just find a seat and have a chat|