Update: Went to the Yankees-Orioles game yesterday, and I had a woman who was 100% vet. She was an Orioles fan as evidenced by her orange and black hooded sweatshirt, Orioles hairclip, orange earings, and 4 tacky orange and black rings. She was there with her husband and each of them sat on an orange Orioles seat cushion. She couldn't be hassled by buying food at the stadium and missing a pitch, so she had her Diet Coke and skittles in her orange handbag. She and her husband each filled out there own scorecard. I didn't catch them saying a word throughout the entire game, but the man did point and yell something incomprehensible at a play he felt should have been ruled an error. The seventh inning stretch was the only time during the game that she put down her scorebook or looked away from the field. She didn't have a smile on during the stretch, which made me think she didn't enjoy it, but knew she had to do it because of the tradition of baseball.

5/8/2009 - Irishgit was right on with his description. This is the type of person who probably doesn't notice anybody else in the ball park because she is so focused on what is happening on the field. Probably won't say a word during the whole game. She'll always stay until the last out, sitting through hours of rain delays even, but then hustle to her car to hear the post game analysis on the way home. The vets who are truly hardcore will watch the game while listening to the radio broadcast with headphones.

so lucky...... you have a wonderful girl friend

This one's going to need some interpretation so I'll give it my east-coast brat spin:

For this listing, I consider the 'vet' to be that grizzled old lady I used to sit next to at Vet Stadium in Philly who actually (really) kept official score, kept quiet, but had a creepy toughness you see in older women who look like after 40 years of working in capitalism and squeezing out three pups she's rip your heart out if you f#ck with her.

The Vet won't hassle you if you don't hassle her. Four big ones from CS. . .

She`s not young, and she`s often not particularly attractive. She arrives early to catch batting practice, either with her friend, her spouse or a grandson. She brings a blanket in case it gets cold, and maybe a couple of sandwiches because she doesn`t approve of paying 15 bucks for a ballpark dog. She might have a beer or two, and eat peanuts. She keeps score with a calligraphic skill that would shame a Benedictine monk, and she carries a bag with a couple of scorebooks from previous seasons in it.

She knows the game in a way that the muscleheads two rows away never will, she can recognize when the skipper is getting ready to hook the starter by the way he stands on the dugout steps, and she NEVER responds to scoreboard orchestrated cheering.

Sit near one of these, and its a great baseball experience.