There are angels in the outfield, and no one really knows why.
Some claim they do: that the Angels have been out there since baseball began, since the rules were established. “But the rules are always evolving,” someone else will argue. “They’ve been there since man first started hitting pinecones with sticks. And centuries—millennia?—later, the city built the stadium around them.”
Well, that last part is definitely true. There are people alive today who watched the stadium go up, bit by bit. No one who worked on the construction is around, though.
I think the Angels were here before baseball. Perhaps they were here before Earth. People have photographed the Angels since the invention of photography. Many claim that the photos are fake, since the Angels are always facing the camera, from any angle, even though no one has ever seen them move toward a photographer.
Fans and players haven’t had any problems in the stadium. I mean, other than the problem of seven angels taking up air space in the outfield.
They don’t participate in any meaningful way. They don’t catch fly balls or stop homeruns. Well, they do stop homeruns sometimes, but I don’t think they do it on purpose. Why would Angel 7 choose to get hit with all those balls?
Someone started a blog once to try and figure out which team the Angels were fans of. There hasn’t been a clear answer yet, but it does often drizzle in a nasty way when the Dodgers are visiting.
The Angels hardly seem aware of what’s going on around them, except sometimes, they’ll shift closer in when a rookie is at bat. Seems a bit rude to me.
I wonder if angels would be good at baseball, if they decided to play. What with their height and the twelve-foot wingspan…not to mention all those eyes.
Maybe they aren’t angels at all. Though, I don’t know what they could be. They certainly aren’t giving any hints.
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