Wave Goodbye

I'm a baseball nerd. Attending a game can be akin to a peaceful meditation session. Few things, consequently, annoy me as much as the wave. Yet because I usually sit in the bleachers, my reveries are often interupted by guys seated nearby who feel compelled to initiate the massive distraction. A successful wave doesn't happen spontaneously. It requires the repeated shrieking of one or more tireless cheerleaders to sway the crowd. It never caught on at yesterday afternoon's game.