Baseball has been back in Brooklyn since 2001 when the Brooklyn Cyclones landed in Coney Island. The team is popular; the stadium is human-scale; the players are friendly to the many kids in attendance. I enjoyed tonight’s game, but I could do without the Beach Bums, the team’s “cheerleading” squad, pictured above. I suppose their uniforms could be worse — 1970’s short shorts, flesh-colored fishnet stockings and Converse low-tops have a certain charm.
Unfortunately, the cheerleaders were utterly ineffective in leading cheers. Only when a male pep squad member came along (alas, no short-shorts, no fishnets, no Converse) did the crowd seem to respond to the pleas for the ritual chant, “Let’s go, Cy-clones!”
To me, the Beach Bums were visual noise that I had to block out to better see the game, but then again, I probably don’t represent the target demographic for the hair flipping and bum shaking.
Oh well. At least they wore comfy shoes. And Brooklyn won 4-3.