Thursday, October 31, 2024

My favorite stadiums 13-7

 13.

 

We are 13 days away from The Real National Hot Dog Day and we're counting down the stadiums I've been to in order from worst to best.
 
We're here today in the City of Brotherly Love as today's stadium is Citizen's Bank Ballpark in Philadelphia, PA home of the Philadelphia Phillies.
 
Much like the clump of ballparks that I've reviewed in the last week or so, CBB (Citizen's Bank Ballpark, not Comedy Bang! Bang!) is a great, modern park. It has all the amenities that you would want: tons of leg room at your seat, great sight lines, cool stuff to look at when the game slows down, spacious concourses where you can pretty much eat whatever you want.
 
There's no downside to CBB, it's an absolute gem of a park. Ryan and I sat on the leftfield side in the second or third deck and had a terrific view of the field of action.
 
* A quick aside: here's one very cool thing about Philadelphia, there is a bar that serves my all-time favorite beer: Pliny the Elder. If you know anything about this brew, made by Russian River, it's that it's really only available in the Bay Area (we also found another bar that had it on tap when we visited Denver to see the Rockies play). For some crazy reason, there is a small bar called Monk's Cafe where they have this available.
 
When I saw it on the menu, I almost lost my mind. Pliny? Here? On the east coast? Our waiter didn't seem to give a shit and had no further information. But it was great. If you ever find yourself in Philly, find Monk's Cafe and grab a Pliny. Your taste buds will thank you and then you'll thank me.
 
Anyway the park is amazing. Like Truist Field, Citi Field, Great American Ball Park and the others, there is a ton of history on the walls. There are statues of great Phillies dotting the areas surrounding the stadium. It's modern ballpark building 101 and, I love it.
 
But I got to wondering ... as a person who has had Fenway Park as his favorite team's home, the Red Sox park has changed a bit since when I started going there (1983) but not drastically so. For Phillies fans (and Pirates, Reds, Cards, etc) their game watching experience has changed immensely. Those teams all played in the "futuristic" multi-sport bowls that were dimly lit and filled with astroturf.
 
Now the teams play on grass, in brightly lit parks on grass. Where once these teams relied on strong pitching and slapping the ball around and running and running and running, there's more of a preponderance of swinging for the short(er) fences.
 
Yes, pitching is still key; but as Greg Maddux and Tom Glavine once opined: chicks dig the long ball. What's it like to go from Veteran's Stadium to CBB? It must be like going from an Atari 2600 to an xBox, from AM to SiriusXM, from a Model T to a Lamborghini. What I'm trying to say is that the jump from then to now must've been pretty huge.
 
Did everyone like it? I'm guess with the way the world is, I bet a bunch of people pined for the Vet. "There's not even a jail at Citizen's Bank Park!" (Yes, there was a jail at Veteran's Stadium. Philly fans are the best, or the worst, you decide.) It would be hard to leave any place that you had great memories in.
The Vet saw a lot of really good Phillies (and Eagles) teams, so there is a ton of great recollections of the first World Championship in franchise history, two other World Series appearances, playoff games, no-hitters, the careers of Mike Schmidt, Steve Carlton and tons of others. Going to a new home without all of that stuff must be hard. I could see why some people might not like it.
 
As someone who never went to the Vet, I can't do an honest comparison. All I know is that CBB is a great park and the Vet (from TV at least) looked like shit. There was nothing really unique about it. The turf looked old. The aesthetics were drab and it just looked like a place you'd try to avoid playing at. As an outside, maybe I don't get what made the Vet so special and I never will. But CBB seems to be an upgrade.
Rye and I also tried the steak and cheeses from Pat and Geno's. I believe that I was a Pat's man and Rye preferred Geno's, or it could be the opposite, I don't recall. In any event, the day left with me driving back to Massachusetts and Ryan walking home.
 
We never spoke again. City of Brotherly Love? More like City of Brotherly Hate.
 
Here's the box score of the last game I ever saw with my best buddy Ryan: https://www.retrosheet.org/boxesetc/2022/B08050PHI2022.htm No current or probably future Hall of Famers in this game, Bryce Harper was hurt, but we did get to see internet meme Nick Castellanos play as well as former Red Sox Kyle Schwarber. How's that for something? Now that I think about it, maybe JT Realmuto finds his way to Cooperstown, but he has a lot of work to do.
 
Everyone on the Nats sucked--what a god awful team--Kyle Gibson went eight efficient innings in a 7-2 victory. This was a fun Phillies team, one that would make the World Series that year with a big run at the end of the year and into October. They'd lose to Houston in six, but that's how memories are made.

12.

 

We are 12 days away from The Real National Hot Dog Day and we're counting down the stadiums I've been to in order from worst to best.
 
We're here today in Motown as today's stadium is Comerica Park in Detroit, MI home of the Detroit Tigers.
 
People love the past. They wallow in nostalgia. Everything that happened when they were younger is infinitely better than what's going on today. This isn't a Boomer slam, it's just human nature. If you read enough stuff from the times that you're fetishizing, you'll see that most people weren't too happy about the times that they were presently living in and wanted to go back to teh halcyon days of a generation or two ago.
 
It's hardwired in our DNA and I doubt it's ever going to change.
 
Therefore I wonder what baseball fans thought when these new parks opened up. Sure, I bet that most of them were happy about the new amenities, the chance to create new memories at the new park while at the same time sad because their old house was abandoned and ultimately torn down.
 
But what about the cranks? The people who love nothing more than staying the same? Angry that Candlestick Park in San Francisco was torn down and replaced with a new place that has a giant slide in left field. Pissed off that there's a swimming pool in right field in Bank One Ballpark in Arizona. Furious that Comerica Park has an actual working carousel in the concourse behind home plate.
 
I get that I just pretty much argued the opposite when I brought up Camp Nou where there were no distractions and people watched the game and enjoyed the traditional sporting experience without any distractions. What was it like for a Tiger fan to go from an old-school stadium like Tigers Stadium (which was built in 1912, like Fenway) to a place like Comerica Park? I have no idea.
 
I never went to Tigers Stadium. In retrospect, I wish that I did, from what I understand each section was so close to the field. But from every picture or telecast that I saw coming from that park, it appeared that it was cold, dank, on the verge of raining, just a dreary place to watch a game.
 
On the other hand, Comerica Park is bright and vibrant, with giant tiger statues all over the place. It's one of the only parks to have that little dirt path between home and the pitchers mound--I love this little path it's like if the catcher doesn't know where to go after his meeting on the mound, he can just follow the path back to home plate. Also the area around home plate looks like a house. How awesome is that?
 
It's the whimsy that I really love about this place, though I'm not sure that I'd describe Detroit as whimsical. Tough? Grimy? Overcast? Sure but not whimsical--that's a word reserved for Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory, at least before it started straight up murdered a bunch of shithead kids.
 
Anyway, Comerica Park was awesome. Ryan and I sat out in the rightfield bleachers on a warm Detroit night and had a great time. BTW if you haven't yet, find a friend like Ryan who will go to places like Detroit with you. Speaking of Detroit, it's not a bad city to hang out in at all.
 
All you hear about is how dangerous Detroit is and how it's not safe for anyone. But the parts that we saw were cool as hell. The bartenders that we spoke to were all nice, one implored us to tell everyone back home that Detroit was cool and "if you look like a tourist, you won't get shot here. We only shoot our own." Which, good to fucking know.
 
Getting back to my original question, I bet that there was a swath of Tiger fans who were super cranky that Tigers Stadium was torn down and swore on their mother's graves that they would never step into that frou-frou Comerica Park. "We don't need that kinda shit around here," my strawman would exclaim. But I hope that they did because new doesn't mean bad. And old doesn't mean good. You still have your memories and just because you can't point to the place where Ty Cobb took a whiz on a fan who said "Cobb runs like he had one too many sarsaparillas" doesn't mean that it sucks.
 
So go to Detroit and go to Comerica Park. You'll have a great time.
 
Here's the box score of the game that we saw that day: https://www.retrosheet.org/boxesetc/2021/B06110DET2021.htm This was kind of a bummer of a game, no Hall of Famers but Tiger first baseman Miguel Cabrera will sail in on his first try. New Red Sox waste of money Lucas Giolitio started for the White Sox and pitched pretty okay. 
 
The Chicago club won and the Tiger fans went home unhappy. First grandpa can't point to his favorite urine spot and now a loss, will Detroit ever come back?
 
11.
 

 
We are 11 days away from The Real National Hot Dog Day and we're counting down the stadiums I've been to in order from worst to best.
 
We're making our last trip to the Windy Apple as today's stadium is Yankee Stadium I in New York, NY former home of the New York Yankees.
 
There are more than a few people who will say that once they updated Yankee Stadium in the mid 1970s, the original Yankee Stadium died and a new one rose from its ashes. In other words, this should be Yankee Stadium II. But I don't subscribe to that. This Yankee Stadium is the same as old Yankee Stadium.
 
Yes, it was refurbished. Yes there are myriad differences. But at the end of the day, they didn't move (until they did) and the playing field in 1977 is at the same place as it was in 1927.
 
I'm not going to get into spoilers here, but this entry, along with the next two entries, should be lower in my rankings than the last four or five parks that we just covered. Aesthetically these new parks are much nicer, cleaner and offer better sight lines than the next three future parks. The concourses are wider, there are more things to do, better amenities, all of that stuff.
 
However, there's something about these parks where when you walk into them for the first time, you are hit with something (and it's not the smell of decades old stale urine). You're hit with a reverence (nah, that's too corny of a word for an athletic field), a sense that a lot of important things have happened here.
I don't wholeheartedly buy into the whole sports-connects-me-to-past-generations thing, mainly because I'm a cynic (with the heart of an optimist!) and MLB has been stuffing that down my throat for decades. But it is pretty awesome to walk into a place where so many people sat and cheered for the same team that I'm going to cheer for today.
 
That's really cool. It's one of the reasons why we follow sports, right? To get into something that's bigger than us. To feel the emotions that our parents and grandparents and great grandparents all felt.
 
Going to an older ball park is the best way of doing that. When my grandfather was a kid, he had to listen to the Sox on the radio. When my mom was young, she followed the games on a black and white TV. When I was a lad, it was a color TV but in low definition. If my kids ever follow the Sox, they'll be doing so in high-def on their phones. We're doing the same thing, but not exactly.
 
But when you went to Yankee Stadium I, you could conceivably sit in the same section that your grandfather did. Watch the game from the same POV as your Mom. Boo the Yanks like your kids will (hopefully) do. It's that connective tissue that can tie a family together. It's a beautiful thing.
Eventually these new parks will get there and as long as they aren't being torn down every 20 years, they will. But for right now, we should really try to hold on to the past just a little bit longer.
 
As far as the park itself, Yankee Stadium I was okay. It was kind of crumbling, sorta dirty. I remember everyone being on top of each other (we had cheap seats the two times that I went) but people weren't complete assholes either. I saw the Red Sox play the Yanks twice and even though I had my Boston hat on, I don't recall anyone giving us a ton of shit. Good natured ribbing, but nothing totally aggressive.
 
It was a nice place to watch a ballgame in the summer. It also seemed more democratic than the new place. There weren't 1,000 private boxes. There wasn't a moat separating the super expensive seats from the kinda expensive seats. I mean, the Yankees are the Yankees and they're going to swing their bats around (if you know what I mean) but it wasn't so blatant and gross in the old place.
 
The new place feels like a club that's too expensive to get into. At least with the old place, it didn't feel like I was going to be tossed on my ass for not spending enough.
 
Here's the box score of the first game that I went to: https://www.retrosheet.org/boxesetc/2002/B06010NYA2002.htm there were two Hall of Famers in this game (both Yankees) Derek "Jetes" Jeter and Mike Mussina. Mussina had a pretty good game limiting two runs. Rolando Arrojo, Darren Oliver, Rich "El Guapo" Garces and Sun Woo Kim gave up 10 runs to the Bombers.
 
Carlos Baerga was the Red Sox DH and Brian Daubach played left field for some reason (Jose Offerman was at first). Somebody named Bry Nelson finished the game at second.
 
What a weird game.
 
10. 
 

 
We are 10 days away from The Real National Hot Dog Day and we're counting down the stadiums I've been to in order from worst to best.
 
We're making our way to the City of Broad Shoulders as today's stadium is Wrigley Field in Chicago, IL home of the Chicago Cubs.
 
Look at the image that I attached to this post; isn't Wrigley Field an absolute beautiful place to see a game? It's perfect with the green green grass, the lushness of the ivy covering the brick walls, the rich browns of the dirt, the splashes blue and red that add contrast to the rest of the park. It's the Platonic Ideal of a baseball park. If you dream of baseball, it's what you go to bed thinking of every night whether you like the Cubs or not.
 
But based on my experiences, Wrigley isn't that great. I've gone twice, so I contend that I may not have been in the right headspace both times and that maybe the third part is the charm for Wrigley visits. If I were to rank these parks only by my experiences, Wrigley would be at the bottom of the list.
 
But the place is so pretty, how could I do that? Top ten seems about right, but a majority of that ranking is due to potential.
 
The first time I went to Wrigley, it was a night game where me and co-worker* sat on the first base side in some pretty decent seats that weren't too expensive. The people next to us were super nice, I think that they actually bought us both a hot dog and beer and we had a swell time. But it was kinda cold, the place seemed dark (at least the way it is in my mind's eye) and the stadium seemed a bit run down.
 
I know that Wrigley has had lights since 1988, but it's still strange to me to see night games there. Being at Wrigley at night was cool (especially because if there was a day game, I wouldn't have been able to go) but I didn't think that I had the full Wrigley experience. I was bummed about that.
 
* For a million dollars, I couldn't tell you the name of this co-worker. I can picture what he looked like back when we went and I'm sure he's changed now, but I don't even think I remember his first name. I was thinking about this earlier today and I thought that his name was Mark, but he didn't look like a Mark. He looked more like a Bob or a Mike or a Jim. Definitely not a Mark, but for some reason I'm going back to that.
 
Anyway, what's interesting (may be a strong word) is that I worked at this place for about a year and I saw this guy every single day. In fact, I'd say that outside of my wife, I probably saw this guy more than I saw my family that year. Not that we were particularly close, but when you sit in the vicinity of someone for 40 hours a day, 52 weeks a year, that's a lot of time. And now, I can't remember his name at all. It's like he never existed to me. It's kinda fucked up how the mind works, I suppose. There one minute and then gone the next. I wonder when the exact moment was when I forgot this dude's name and I wonder what piece of information replaced that original data.
 
The next time I went to Wrigley, I really wanted to do it the right way. Go all out, see the game from one of the most popular seats in all of baseballdom. Me and a bunch of buddies got tickets to see the Cubs play the Cardinals on an August Friday. The way that the Cubs do pricing is on a sliding scale, you pay for the better teams in nicer weather on the weekends than you would on other days against crappier teams.
For example, my seats were $100 due to how desirable they were--this was to the Cubs box office, not StubHub. In contrast, the same seats to a Wednesday game in April against the Reds were $15. So there's quite a premium.
 
I understood that the Wrigley bleachers were general admission and that seemed fine when I got the tickets. The reality of what this meant didn't occur to me until we got to the park. Wrigleyville is a cool neighborhood with a bunch of fun bars and places to have a few before you waddle into the stadium. So even though the park was open, we all wanted to stop at a place or two to wet our whistles.
 
We got to the park in time for the National Anthem (we're PATRIOTS!) and it finally dawned on me just what general admission means. It means looking for a seat in an already crowded bleachers filled with drunk folks who are not getting up or moving their stuff for anyone. You kinda have to be a dick to find somewhere to sit and they, naturally, respond to you in kind.
 
The thing about day drinking is that it usually leads to day peeing. And in order to go to the bathroom you need to leave your seat, fight through a crowd and get to the facilities. While there you have to pray that no one swiped "your" seat--because it's not your seat and everyone is entitled to sit somewhere and if you shuffle your feet, brother ... well you know the rest.
 
This is also true of going to the concession stand to get brews or food. If you have a good seat in the bleachers, you're not getting up. Ever. For anything. For a guy in his 40s, that sucks.
 
The crowd around us wasn't great either. Everyone, from the bros next to us to the bachelorette party directly behind us, was smashed. Not some sort of cute, "Oops I'm a little tipsy! Sorry!" kind of drunk, but the it's Saturday fucking night at 2:00 am and we're so god damn wasted that every word sounds like a threat that must be met with a high screech type of drunk that we've all experienced but all hate. Multiply that by 10,000 people and that's the Wrigley bleacher experience.
 
I think that if I was still in my 20s, I'd have loved the bleachers. I could get black out drunk with the best of them back in the day and I think I could have had a lot of fun pounding Old Styles, (trying to) talk to chicks, slurring with the bros next to me. But I wasn't. I was 40 something and just watching this kind of day drinking exhausted me. And it made me a little annoyed that I wasn't younger. That was mostly on me, not the people around me. But maybe a little on them too because these folks were shitheads.
 
So those were my times at Wrigley; a beautiful park that maybe I put too much pressure on. I'm not sure whether I thought that I'd have this experience that was going to alter my life; like I was going to some hardball Mecca or something. At the end of the day, it's a park where millionaires throw a ball around for three hours. Some really cool shit happened there over the years, see yesterdays entry on that, but it's not going to be transformative no matter what my expectations were.
 
Life lesson: don't get your hopes up, kids. Wow. That's too cynical, even for a prick like me.
Here's the box score of the first game that I went to: https://www.retrosheet.org/boxesetc/2006/B05170CHN2006.htm This was a rock fight between two teams (Cubs and Nationals) that were going to finish in the cellars of their respective divisions. There are no Hall of Famers any where near these teams. If you're a Twin fan, you may have gotten a charge out of seeing Jacques Jones play for the Cubs, for you Red Sox prospect humpers Matt Murton made an appearance for Chicago. 2007 Red Sox World Series champion Royce Clayton made an appearance for the Nats and former Yankee future keystones Nick Johnson and Alfonso Soriano played for Washington.
 
Chicago won 5-0 as Sean Marshall did pretty okay. He went six with six K's and only giving up one hit. More former Red Sox relievers pitched in on the shut out (Bob Howry and Curt Schilling best buddy Scott Williamson).
 
Like the person I was with, an imminently forgettable game.
 
9. 
 

 
We are 9 days away from The Real National Hot Dog Day and we're counting down the stadiums I've been to in order from worst to best.
 
We're making our way to Beantown as today's stadium is Fenway Park in Boston, MA home of the Boston Red Sox.
 
I've been to Fenway Park more than 120 times. The first game that I went to was with my Dad and it was a double header in 1983. Forty one years ago. I've been to at least one game at the Fens every year since 1986, except for 1992. I have no idea why I didn't go to Fenway when I was a senior in high school (it's not because I was awash with the ladies, that's for fucking sure) but I broke a six season streak and it kinda bugs me, if I'm being honest.
 
Aside from the Monster Seats, I bet that I've sat in every single section at least once. There are some really good seats and there some really terrible ones. In most of these posts, I've only been to the park I'm writing about maybe once so I can only offer my perspective of the place from where I sat. But at Fenway, I've had a ton of POVs and writing about them would end up being dull. So I'm going to focus on the park as a whole.
 
If I'm also being honest, if Fenway Park wasn't my "home" stadium, it would probably be ranked higher. But when you go to a place a lot, then you start to see the cracks in its facade. The prices to get inside the place are insane. The concessions are even more expensive. There are a bunch of seats in right field that are situated so that your view is of center field. There are other seats behind poles. Even unobstructed and home plate facing seats were built for people from over 100 years ago. The concourses are cramped as hell and if you don't like overcrowded spaces, you're SOL.
 
Having said all that, Fenway is still a great take. One of the best things that the FSG ownership has done is to maximize the space that they have and really make it more of a modern space. I mean, it's not going to ever look like a stadium built in the last 20 years, but it doesn't feel like a house that has been allowed to  fall into disrepair.
 
Would I like to see a new park? Of course, I think that the Sox have outgrown Fenway. But it's not going to happen, especially now when the Sox aren't very good and the center of the team's marketing events is the park itself. Plus Sox owner John Henry is furiously buying up every parcel of land around Fenway so that he can have his own Battery of shops and restaurants, like the Atlanta Braves.
 
Instead of having fans come to the Back Bay for 81 days, why not have them come for 365? Being a landlord is the best thing now for pro sports team owners.
 
My first memory of going to a Sox game doesn't really revolve around the game itself, but what was happening around me. My Dad and I won tickets in a Little League drawing. The game that we were supposed to go to was rained out and instead of our good, box seats we got stuck with bleacher seats.
 
BUT, instead of one game, we got two. Yes, we went to an old fashioned doubleheader, two games for the price of one (in this case two games for the price of none). So on a beautiful Saturday morning, I woke up and grabbed my glove and jumped in my Dad's car. It felt like it took forever, but we finally got to Boston, parked the car and went into the park.
 
We found our seats and I remember the sun being really hot that day and just beating on me. However I didn't care, TWO GAMES! As I was staring out at the field, my gaze turned to two guys a couple of rows ahead of us. They were passing a cigarette back and forth. I was really confused--not because people were smoking, it was the 80s everyone smoked--but that they were sharing a cigarette. Maybe they were poor?
A lady in front of me must have noticed my confusion because she said (and this quote has been burned in my brain for 41 years), "You know what they're doing? DRUGS!"
 
That freaked me the fuck out. You have to remember that this was 1983, marijuana wasn't legal, Nancy Reagan was going hard on her war against all kinds of drugs with her "Just Say No" propaganda, drugs were a scary, scary thing to this kid. I grabbed my Dad's arm and said, "We have to go right now. Please."
He looked at me like I was insane. Now he was confused. "What do you mean? We just got here." I didn't want to admit to my father that people were doing ... drugs in our vicinity. Maybe I thought that it would scare him or that he'd try to fight those guys, but I just said that I didn't feel good and that we had to leave immediately*.
 
* This was an excuse I used a year prior when I begged him to take me to see "Empire Strikes Back", we drove to Salem, MA, bought the tickets, popcorn and other snacks and the second we walked into the dark theater and I saw Darth Vader, I got scared and wanted to leave. He was understandably unhappy about that.
 
This time, we weren't leaving. We drove into Boston, we paid for parking, he bought me a bunch of food and a souvenir, we had 18 innings of baseball to watch. We weren't going anywhere.
 
"By, we have a long day. Let's just have some fun."
 
But I didn't relax or had a lot of fun. I kept imagining the FBI busting into the bleachers, arresting everyone on sight and throwing us in jail. I was way too young to go to jail (still am!) and I kept one eye on the game and one on the stairway just waiting for inevitable.
 
But it never happened and I spent five hours on a razor's edge of fear and worry. Which, now that I think about it is how I spend my time watching the Red Sox when they're in the playoffs. Since this was my first experience at a ball game, I'm not sure why I love the sport and going to ballparks so much. Seems kinda strange, no?
 
I'm not sure if I ever told my Dad what made me so nervous that day. I guess that I should have, we both would have had a real nice laugh about it.
 
During those 18 innings, I got to see a grand total of FIVE Hall of Famers, which is nuts. For the Sox, I saw Carl Yastrzemski, Jim Rice and Wade Boggs. For the Royals George Brett and Gaylord Perry played. The Sox lost the first game and Dennis "Oil Can" Boyd pitched a complete game in 12-3 shellacking. Jim Rice hit a couple of dingers in the night cap and Hal McRae went deep for the Royals in the first one.
 
8.
 

 
We are 8 days away from The Real National Hot Dog Day and we're counting down the stadiums I've been to in order from worst to best.
 
We're making our way to Suds City as today's stadium is American Family Field in Milwaukee, WI home of the Milwaukee Brewers.
 
Let's get this out of the way first, American Family Field is a stupid name for a ballpark. It's an especially stupid name for a ballpark in Wisconsin for a team called the Brewers. The original name: Miller Park made the most sense. As we all know, Miller is the name of a brewery. The Brewers should play at a park named after a brewery.
 
American Family is an insurance company. No one should play at a stadium that sold its name to a boring old insurance company. It's so dumb.
 
American Family Field, fuck it I'm calling it Miller Park because that's what it was known when I went there, is a park that doesn't look like it belongs in Wisconsin. It's a futuristic technical marvel the way that the stadium opens and closes. I am absolutely not saying that Wisconsin is a backwards state, it's not. But what I am saying is that when you think of Wisconsin you think of rolling dells, wheat fields as far as the eye can see, cows chewing on cud, a land of milk and cheese, the simple pleasures in life. Just an all around slower pace of living. Or at least I do, I've been in Wisconsin for a grand total of 22 hours, so what do I know.
 
What I do know is that plunking this Jetsons-like structure on the outskirts of Milwaukee seems strange. But guess what? In this case, strange works. Miller Field is an awesome place to take in a game. It's one of the top tier stadia that I've ever been to.
 
The year that we went to check out the Brew Crew, they weren't very good. While the place was 80% sold out, there were a bunch of seats still open. Since the game wasn't a nail biter, we walked around and sat in just about every open seat that we spied. We even sat two rows behind home plate for an entire inning, and unlike the seat Nazis in Texas, no one said a thing.
 
I have to say every seat that we sat in was pretty good. Great sight lines, lots of elbow room and no poles in the way (both the steel girder or people of Polish descent). It was a real treat to be at Miller Park.
We went to Miller Park on the same trip we went to Wrigley Field and if you told me that I'd like Miller Park better than Wrigley before we went, I'd have said you were nuts. But I did. I liked Miller Park way more than Wrigley. It was just a better overall experience and I wasn't surround by a bunch of drunk pricks. I was surrounded by drunks, but they were cool as hell.
 
That's saying nothing about the atmosphere.
 
The best part of Miller Park is when a Brewer hits a home run, club mascot Bernie the Brewer sticks his head out of his German chalet in centerfield and slides down a slide into a big bucket. Balloons lift up from bucket and everyone goes crazy. Back at the old place (County Stadium), he'd slide into a giant beer stein, but they didn't bring that with them when they moved.
 
Another fun thing they do is the sausage race. In between the sixth inning (I think, could be sooner) five people in gigantic sausage suitss: Polish, German, Italian, chorizo and hot dog all run around the perimeter of the ballpark. You bet on who's going to win. Most of the time, they fall over or run in circles and it's cute for the families at the game.
 
Most of the people we met at the game were friendly too. They love to chat, mostly about food and beer. To a person each one says that before every game they tailgate in the Miller Park parking lot. I've never heard of tailgating before a baseball game, but I love this idea so much. Eighty one parties BEFORE you get into the game. How awesome is that?
 
Unlike other new stadiums, there wasn't a lot in terms of a Brewers Museum, but they did have a kiosk set up where you can buy a Brewers shirsey and put your name and number on the back. Myself and my two buddies thought it would be fun to put: Cunningham, Potsie and Malph on the back of our shirts (no one could be Fonzi). And guess what, we were right.
 
If you haven't been to Milwaukee and enjoy drinking, you should go. It's a fun ass city that's completely underrated--especially in the summer. Not only that, but if the Brewers are in town, you should go. Even if the team sucks, the stadium is a blast. You don't have to hurry there though, the team just signed a lease that will keep there for another 25 years.
 
Here's a box score of the game that we saw: https://www.retrosheet.org/boxesetc/2016/B08130MIL2016.htm The Brew Crew got smoked like a sausage by the Reds 11-5. There are no current Hall of Famers, but Reds first baseman Joey Votto went 4-5 and I bet he sails into Cooperstown.
 
7. 
 
We are 7 days away from The Real National Hot Dog Day and we're counting down the stadiums I've been to in order from worst to best.
 
We're making our way to northern Ohio as today's stadium is Progressive Field in Cleveland, OH home of the Cleveland Guardians.
 
Yesterday I said that Milwaukee is an underrated fun city and I stand by that. However I think that Cleveland takes the cake in that regard. For decades, Cleveland has been the butt of every joke about an American city. I'm not sure exactly why as the time that I went there, it was really lovely.
 
We saw the Rock N Roll Hall of Fame, which was meh as far as Hall of Fames go. Aside from being a tourist trap, I'm not sure what the point of a Hall of Fame dedicated to rock n' roll is. Yeah, it's a good place to honor all of the artists who have been popular since the rock n' roll era dawned, but are there kids forming bands right this second who are dreaming of one day entering these hallowed halls?
 
I don't think so. At least not in the way young athletes dream of reaching their sports' pinnacle. Music never really fades all the way away, like an athlete does. Even elderly one-hit wonders still travel the country playing their songs and their fans still come out to see them. Even if the band is made up of the original bassist and four guys who never recorded together on an album.
 
I'd argue that a Hall of Fame is about memories and keeping the spirits of the greats alive. The music of recording artists from the 50s can still be found. The Beatles, who came to American shores 60 years ago, are still as popular today as they were in the 60s. Same with the Rolling Stones (who still tour!) and the Who and Elvis and Led Zeppelin and myriad other bands.
 
It doesn't seem needed.
 
I know that this is a weird way to begin an entry on Progressive Field, or Jacobs Field as it was known when I went there, however if you are interested in popular music, the RnRHoF is a good way of getting you to Cleveland. When we went, there were a ton of things to do. We found a lot of cool divey bars, including one where MLB umpires do their imbibing, with a lot of interesting, friendly people.
 
But while you may come for the Hall, stay for Progressive Field. It really is one of the better places to watch a game. When we went the Indians* (now the Guardians) weren't very good. There was still a nice crowd there though. We had lower bowl seats on the third baseline and it was a great take.
 
* I'm not one of those people who get caught up and bugged out by name changes. If you are, that's cool, I just don't care very much. Most of the old names that we love (Red Sox, Yankees, Dodgers) were all arbitrarily chosen by newsmen who were sick of writing, "The Boston Nationals today beat the Brooklyn Nationals by a score of 4-3 in a game that took one hour and 45 minutes to play. For the Bostons second sacker Rabbit Marranville had two base knocks and a stolen bag as Boston scored three runs in the third frame."
 
The newer names are focus grouped to death and are so sanded down and devoid of local color that the Oklahoma City Thunder could pull up stakes and become the Albuquerque Thunder tomorrow and no one would bat an eye. As a person who was a member of more than a few Amesbury Fighting Indian teams back in my youth, I always thought that it was a little strange to be playing on a team that had zero Native Americans on it.
 
I guess it was supposed to honor the people whose land we stole and gave small pox to, but it didn't seem like an honor. I think that a majority of Native Americans agreed and they didn't really appreciate it. So if the people who we're honoring don't like it, well, what the fuck are we actually doing here?
 
I'm climbing down from my soapbox now.
 
Anyway Progressive Field has this really cool feature: behind the batter's eye in center field is a gigantic wall full of plaques of former Cleveland players. It's their Hall of Fame. Guys, I have to be honest, I enjoyed it more than the Rock n' Roll Hall of Fame. Any player that you can think of who called Cleveland home will be on that wall and it was cool to go through and remember some guys.
 
The cool thing about Progressive Field is that it's much cozier than the Mistake by the Lake aka Cleveland Municipal Stadium which was also the home of the Browns and could seat 74,438 people. If every seat was filled for an entire season, that would mean a yearly attendance of 6,029,478 people. The highest season attendance in MLB is the Colorado Rockies during their inaugural season of 4,483,350.
 
No one is ever going to hit six million, especially in Cleveland.
 
This is an instance where smaller is better and players don't feel like they're playing in the Grand Canyon. Go to comfy Progressive Field and feel the warmth of a cozy little bandbox. You'll love it.
 
Here's the box score of the game we saw: https://www.retrosheet.org/boxesetc/2009/B08210CLE2009.htm Both of these teams were kinda butt, Seattle was mediocre at best and Cleveland had just sold off/traded all of their players from their last run and were in the midst of a rebuild. There were no current Hall of Famers, but the Mariners had ICHIRO! and he's going to sail into Cooperstown next year.
And he should. He fucking rules.

 

Wednesday, October 30, 2024

My favorite stadiums 19-14

 19.


 

We are 19 days away from The Real National Hot Dog Day and we're counting down the stadiums I've been to in order from worst to best. 
 
We're in our nation's capital as today's stadium is Nationals Park in Washington, DC home of the Washington Nationals.
 
This is the third home park of the Expos/Nationals franchise that I've been to and it's the best one. That might be damning with faint praise, the other places were 29 and 28 on the big board, but Nationals Park is really nice.
 
Unfortunately, that's about all I remember about National's Park. I remember who I went to the game with, Giuliana, my friend Brian and his son. I sorta remember where I sat; second level on the third base side, I think. But other than that, the park is a bit of a blur.
 
I recall it being roomy and modern, but with some interesting quirks. I don't even remember who the Nats played (I'll find out in a second when I go to retrosheet.org) other than Bryce Harper played. Like I mentioned yesterday, I thought that it was really cool that Giuliana and I got to see the two best players (Harper and Mike Trout) play at their home parks in one year.
 
I will say that it wasn't the stadium where I got amnesia--this was a rough summer vacation week with the kids. It all began on Saturday when we drove to Aly's cousins' place in New Jersey. They're awesome, cooked up a bunch of food, gave us a ton of beers, they couldn't have been cooler.
 
The problem was the traffic. It took forever to get from Burlington to the Jerz. But we assumed that was going to be the worst of it and it was smooth sailing (errr driving) from there.
 
It was not. The next morning we got started on the last leg of our trip that was supposed to take roughly four hours. It took eight. Eight hours in a car with a nine-year-old and a six-year-old. It was hell. Especially since Mady demanded that we listen to Disney pop starlet du jour Sabrina Carpenter try her best to warble her way through "Genie in a Bottle". Again. Hell.
 
By the time we got to DC we were frazzled, fried and annoyed. Aly and I were angry about the traffic while the girls were pissed that we weren't in Los Angeles (like we were in April) or on the Cape (like we were last year). They let us know this piece of information, which made both of even angrier.
 
As the week went by, things settled down. Giuliana was okay and made the best of her situation as we dragged the kids from museum to museum to museum. Mady was not--truthfully, we undershot this learning vacation by a couple years--she completely lost her shit in one of the Smithsonians and I had to carry her out of the museum like a piece of luggage.
 
After four days of this, by Thursday, I was completely zonked. I was fried and just remember getting to the game, buying a cap (that I rarely ever wear any more -- red hats aren't awesome for some reason) getting a few beers, zoning out and talking to my friend. It was a real respite from what was happening.
 
I guess that's what baseball is all about as I did feel better when I got home.
 
Here's the game that we saw: https://www.retrosheet.org/boxesetc/2016/B08240WAS2016.htm The Nats made it close in the end, but we were long gone by then. We were in the car listening to the game and the Nats were really making a run at scoring eight runs in the ninth and Brian and I were like, "Holy shit, should we go back?" But the National's rally fell short and we went home.
 
No current Hall of Famers, but I bet that Harper and (then) Oriole third baseman Manny Machado are elected. Machado is a world-class dink, so good for him.
 
18.
 

 
We are 18 days away from The Real National Hot Dog Day and we're counting down the stadiums I've been to in order from worst to best.
 
We're in the Show Me State as today's stadium is Busch Stadium II in St. Louis, MO home of the St. Louis Cardinals.
 
Pretty much every stadium that I've listed from Shea onward is a beautiful place to watch a game--though to be fair Olympic, RFK and Oakland had their moments too. If you ever played even an inning of baseball when you were a kid, you'd kill to get on any of these fields and run over the most beautifully manicured grass that you've ever seen.
 
Busch Stadium II keeps that tradition going. It's such a wonderful place to watch a game and see the vivid greens against a bright blue sky as players wear panic red hats and crisp white uniforms. It's a painting come to life.
 
But every park is bright and electric that now. Gone are the days when you shuffle into a dingy, dark stadium with grass (or turf) that's full of tobacco stains and spots of crab grass. There was a time when a fresh coat of paint was considered "sprucing up the place" and there wasn't much in terms of game presentation.
 
At some point in the last 40ish years, owners realized that fans want these places to be cathedrals. Not to just the game, but cathedrals of the mind too. They want to be transported back to when they were kids and there was nothing but sunshine, green grass and hours to play baseball. You go into a baseball park now and it's a visual sensory overload--and that's not a bad thing.
 
At any other time in the history of baseball, Busch Stadium II would be the ultimate baseball Taj Mahal. People would come from miles to stare at the field, admire the architecture and be floored that grown men stage athletic competitions in this urban oasis. However, we live when we do and Busch Stadium II is a really nice stadium. There's nothing particularly memorable about it, it's just a cool place where I saw a baseball game once.
 
While Busch Stadium I, with it's multipurpose oval and tough as nails turf, was the more memorable stadium. Was it better? Hell no. But it was more memorable because of the way that it played.
 
Growing up in the 80s, Busch Stadium seemed like it was the grand canyon. Barely anyone, aside from Jack Clark, could hit home runs in the place though that didn't matter. The Cards ran. And ran. And ran. And ran. They'd slap the ball on that hard turf, get on first base and then run around the bases until they got home.
 
Vince Coleman. Ozzie Smith. Willie McGee. Tom Herr. Lonnie Smith. Terry Pendleton. These dudes could run all day and their manager Whitey Herzog instructed them to do so. It would drive pitchers nuts and that resulted in three World Series appearances in that decade.
 
It was so foreign to the way the Red Sox played, that it was scary. But the ballpark dictated how the Cards played (just like Kaufman dictated how the Herzog-led Royals played--which was the speed game too--it must be something about Missouri). There aren't a lot of parks like the original Busch Stadium that dictate style any more. Most parks are built for the long ball (the original Busch ripped out the turf in the mid 90s and the Cards imported Mark McGwire and suddenly they were all power, all the time) but baseball is fun when it's played in different styles.
 
I never thought that I'd get to St. Louis. This isn't some sort of boyhood wish, it's just that I never thought that I'd ever want to go there. But I did get there and it was for a work event which is when I experienced Busch II.
 
Ever have a job where you just hated going to? Most of the people I worked with was nice, but my boss wasn't great and the whole vibe of the place was like a frat house. What I did for my job was dull, meaningless and I got paid nothing. About the only thing that I liked about that particular job was that I got to travel in the summer--I saw three new stadia in 2006 alone. Other than that, it sucked and soul sucking. Probably one of the worst, dumbest jobs I ever had. I felt gross every evening that I left that place.
 
But for one night, I got to sit in centerfield behind one of my generation's greats, eat a giant turkey leg (they deep fry it in the park and it was tremendous), watch the Cards play the Reds and forget all about that stupid job that I had which brought me to St. Louis.
 
Here's the box score of the game that I saw: https://www.retrosheet.org/boxesetc/2006/B06050SLN2006.htm
 
Hall of Famers include Ken Griffey Jr. of the Reds and Scott Rolen of the Cards. Yadi Molina also played and he might get in too. Cinci won with three in the ninth and I'm sure that sent the St. Louisans home unhappy. Oh well, the Cards won the Series that year. I'm sure that made them feel a little better.
 
17.
 

 
We are 17 days away from The Real National Hot Dog Day and we're counting down the stadiums I've been to in order from worst to best.
 
We're in the Big Apple as today's stadium is Yankee Stadium II in New York, NY home of the New York Yankees.
 
You guys have to believe me: I'm not ranking Yankee Stadium II (some people call it YS III because they count the refurbishing of the original place as the second version. I'm not one of those people) low because I dislike the team. I'm ranking it low (and TBH, it should be lower) because it's not that great of a stadium.
 
Oh, I'm sure it's fine if you're buying the ultra expensive seats with all of the perks. But I'm not doing that. I'm just a guy who brought his two kids to a game with his friend and his two kids on a random Saturday in July. We sat in the second tier behind home plate, which gave us a pretty good view of the game. A view that my kids were uninterested in in--to be fair they were pretty young. They ate hot dogs and cotton candy and a bunch of other crap and paid more attention their iPads then the game.
 
Am I going to spend $500 a ticket for three seats for that experience? No. Would I spend that much money for just myself? Also no. The cool part about baseball is that there is 162 games a year, 81 of which are home contests. Not every game matters and that's a selling point for me. I know in this NFLian sports world that we find ourselves in where EVERY GAME FUCKING MATTERS MORE THAN LIFE AND DEATH ITSELF!!!!! my thinking runs counter to what many sports fans believe.
 
With a game against the Royals in May being just a game against the Royals in May, not some cosmic, do or die quest to ground the Royals and everyone that they've ever met into dust--maybe it's not worth it to pay that much for such an expensive seat. All games don't matter.
 
The problem with Yankee Stadium II that I had/have is that it's too big, too imposing, too gargantuan. I get what the architects are trying to convey, that this is the home of the Yankees, they home of the most popular sports franchise on the planet, big things are going to happen here and they're all going to be legend. I understand the plan but, so far, it hasn't really turned out that way, has it?
 
The Yankees are good, but they've only won one title since they opened this place up. There are definitely some great players (Judge, Cole, etc) but are they on par with Ruth and Gehrig and DiMaggio and Mantle and Reggie and (ugh) Jeter? Maybe they will be, but right now, no.
 
It just seemed like the Yankees were like, design the biggest stadium that you can and we'll grow into it. Only it's been 15 years and the team still looks like it's wearing its Dad's suit.
 
Not only that but with the "moat" that separates the cheap(er) seats from the super expensive ones, Yankee Stadium II looks like an overgrown spring training park.
 
Other than that, it was an enjoyable take. The park was brand new and there were some really impressive stuff in the concourse. The food was good, the famous friezes were there and the Yankees lost to the Red Sox. All-in-all a good day at the park for this guy (everyone I went to the game with were either Yankee fans or completely indifferent).
 
Here's the box score of the game that I saw: https://www.retrosheet.org/boxesetc/2016/B07160NYA2016.htm
 
Only one current HoFer was in either lineup: David Oritz, but some guys with chances to make Cooperstown showed up: Mookie Betts, Dustin Pedroia (long shot), Carlos Beltran and CC Sabathia pitched. He didn't have a great game, striking out two while giving up nine hits and five runs (four earned).
 
The Sox had Aaron Hill play third base and although this was seven years ago (2016 was a great year for me in seeing new parks) I had absolutely no memory of this guy. At all. They also ran out Bryce Brentz who I barely remember.
 
Getting old is a trip, dudes.
 
16.
 

 
We are 16 days away from The Real National Hot Dog Day and we're counting down the stadiums I've been to in order from worst to best.
 
We're in the Queen CIty as today's stadium is The Great American Ballpark (TGAB) in Cincinnati, OH home of the Cincinnati Reds.
 
The day I went to this game with my friend Ryan, had to be one of the warmest days I was ever at a ballpark. No one told me that Cincinnati would be so hot in June. But it was a hot one, like seven inches from the mid day sun. We were in the left field bleachers, in no shade with direct sun light on us and we were sweating and dying and kvetching.
 
But it was still a great day.
 
TGAB may not have the pedigree of its predecessors Crosley Field and Riverfront Stadium, but it's a terrific place to watch a game. Situated right on the Ohio River, it has the vistas and views that you want when you're watching a game. I mean, there's a legit river boat--the ones with a giant paddlewheel--right on the river. I think it's a casino, but it's still cool as hell.
 
TGAB really digs into that whole river life with two smoke stacks in right center field that go off when a Red hits a dinger. Not only that but there's a lot of Reds history to mine and TGAB does that. There are statues of great Reds all over the place, replicas (some giant) of past World Series trophies around the park, pictures and just a ton of memorabilia. The food is decent too and there are even giant statues of Mr. and Mrs. Red where you can grab a selfie if you want.
 
It's a fun ass park and I can't think of any real downside.
 
The only real reason why I have it so low on this totem pole is because Cincinnati is kind of boring. Ryan and I blew into town on a sunny Saturday from Detroit and we had to hustle to get to the afternoon game. Once the game was over, we wanted to wet our whistles a bit but it seemed like every restaurant and bar in the area was closed.
 
Even the SkyLine Chili joints were closed--and god help us--that was the thing we really wanted to try. I know people say its garbage on spaghetti, but I wanted to be the judge of that.
 
Cincinnati felt like Hartford or Phoenix, major cities in name but dead every where. We ended up finding a place to grab something to eat (I can't remember what it was, but it filled us up), we had a few beers and returned back to our hotel--which was right across the street from the fountain that was shown at the beginning of every episode of "WKRP in Cincinnati". That was cool as hell.
 
What we didn't find out until after we returned to Massachusetts was that all of the Cincinnati night life happens in Kentucky. I know that might seem like kinda far away if you don't know Cincinnati, but it's literally over the bridge of the Ohio River. The exact same Ohio River whose banks that the Great American Ballpark sits on!
 
Had I known that Kentucky--Kentucky??--was the place to be, mayhaps this ballpark would have ranked higher. If you're going to TGAB you'll have a terrific time at the park (especially with the team that the Reds have assembled) but if you're looking to whoop it up, get thee to Kentucky.
 
Here's the box score of the game that we saw: https://www.retrosheet.org/boxesetc/2021/B06120CIN2021.htm
 
This was an absolutely unremarkable game, no one on either roster will ever sniff the Hall of Fame. This was one of those games where I was thinking to myself, "The Reds aren't too bad, the Rockies are a garbage fire. Maybe Wade Miley (the Reds' starter) might throw a no-hitter."
 
It didn't happen and I'm still searching for my first, in-person no-no. Will it happen? IDK. Maybe? I hope so. I'm not even asking for a perfect game, just a garden-variety no hitter.
 
15.
 
We are 15 days away from The Real National Hot Dog Day and we're counting down the stadiums I've been to in order from worst to best.
 
We're headed back to the ATL (I heard Atlantans don't like Hot-lanta very much, so I won't write it) as today's stadium is Truist Park in Atlanta, GA home of the Atlanta Braves.
 
We're not going to talk too much about stadia and where they're situated in a city and why. We discussed that in my entry on Turner Field and nothing much has changed. TL;DR owners aren't just satisfied with a lot of people coming into their parks and spending money. They want the white--er right (Freudian slip, I swear)--type of people, so they're moving to for whiter--damn, sorry I mean the greener pastures of the suburbs.
 
It sucks and it really fucks with the fabric of the game and it's hard to make new fans when you disenfranchise a large portion of your constituent's population. But you know, I'm sure trying to get every single dollar right now is not going to bite them in the ass later. The death spiral of capitalism continues unabated!
 
No. We're here today to talk about a really cool park called Truist Field. Yes, the Braves didn't have to move from Turner Field, but they did and the results are pretty good. Everything is brand new and it's a great marriage of the modern with little touches of the old school. Would I want this place in Boston? Yes I would. It's a lovely place to catch a game. And speaking of catch we sat in left field last year to watch a tilt between the Bravos and the Dodgers.
 
Around the fourth inning my wife, my brother-in-law and I got a bit antsy so we decided to walk around the park. Two minutes after we leave our seat former Red Sox financial flexibility casualty Mookie Betts dumped a ball a row or two from where we were sitting. I'm not saying that I would have got that ball, but there would have been more than a couple injured children and elderlies in Cobb County that night.
 
As we walked around the park, it was fascinating; it felt like I was in a museum. Tons of memorabilia, from statues to pictures to old uniforms spanning the time the Braves franchise was in Boston and Milwaukee and Atlanta. Like if you knew nothing about the Braves and spent two innings milling around the concourse, you'd be a Braves expert by the time you were done.
 
Fittingly there was a ton of stuff dedicated to the Hammer, Hank Aaron. There was a huge statue sitting on top of an indoor waterfall that was impressive as hell. Larger than life images of him displayed everywhere. If Yankee Stadium I was the House that Ruth Built, Truist is the House that Aaron Owns. 
 
Such a brilliant tribute to a great, great man.
 
This got me thinking a little bit. When it comes to our ball parks and stadiums here in America, what do we expect? Do we want, what is essentially, a museum built around the field? Do we want a place that is haunted by the ghosts of the past, even though there are heroes on the field, not more than 100 feet from the place you're walking around? In entertainment that is literally all about THE NOW, why do we need to be awash in nostalgia and the past? Who does it serve?
 
A few years ago I went to see FC Barcelona play at fabled Camp Nou. Barcelona is one of the most famous football clubs in the world and they play in a stadium that reminded me of RFK. The pitch was beautiful, Augusta National would be lucky to have such manicured grass, but the stadium itself was fine. You could even call it a bit run down.
 
There were no frills. Nothing to eat except sausages and chips. No drinks except water, Coke and Diet Coke. No souvenir stands. No museums. The scoreboard was small and it just showed the game. It didn't beg people to clap or kiss or buy a ticket for the 50/50 raffle. Messi didn't ask fans to be a Barcelona Booster.
 
It was just the game. And people were into it because there wasn't a million distractions. It was an awesome experience due to the entire crowd all watching the same action at the same time. Praying for crosses to be met with hard strikes. Dying with every opponent's march down the field. Jubilation and awe when Messi and Suarez scored to put the home team up by one.
 
I'll never forget it. And if I acted in Atlanta the way I did in Spain, maybe I'd have a Mookie Betts home run ball in possession.
 
Could that work in the US? I think so. But is it advantageous for a club to do that, remove the distractions, remind the people that you are at the stadium for one thing: a ball game. I'm not sure. We're so used to going to a game and having it be an EXPERIENCE. I talked about this when I wrote about Yankee Stadium II, MLB (and all leagues really) are desperately trying to NFLize their games--EVERY GAME MATTERS! But it doesn't, so you have to entertain the masses other ways.
 
Distraction works.
 
I'm going to talk a little more about The Battery (the area surrounding Truist Park) when I talk about Fenway Park. The long short of it is: it's cool. Good restaurants, fun little shops, tons of bars. It's a quality hang. But at the same time, it's a little insidious (might be a strong word) but I'll get into that later.
Here's the box score of the game that I went to: https://www.retrosheet.org/boxesetc/2023/B05240ATL2023.htm 
 
Obviously no current Hall of Famers, but maybe some future ones? Mookie (of course), Freddie Freeman, Ronald Acuna, maybe JD Martinez (probably not). Atlanta won it in the ninth and we all went home happy--not me, because I like the Dodgers, but most people did, I suppose.

14.
 

 
We are 14 days away from The Real National Hot Dog Day and we're counting down the stadiums I've been to in order from worst to best.
 
We're on our way back to the city so nice they named it twice as today's stadium is Citi Field in New York, NY home of the New York Mets.
 
For a team that was put together as an amalgam of the two beloved teams that left the city four years prior, it makes sense for the Mets to play in Citi Field. As everyone knows Giants and the Dodgers both left Gotham to play in the west coast in 1958 and the National League didn't come back until 1962.
 
When the Mets first started they played in the Giants' old park, the Polo Grounds and their uniforms were a combination of the Yankees (the pin stripes), the Giants (the orange) and the Dodgers (the blue). The Mets' history was really the city's baseball history. So it's not surprising that Citi Field is reminiscent of the Dodgers' Ebbets Field.
 
Former Mets owner Fred Wilpon was a huge Dodgers fan and said that while Citi Field isn't a copy of Ebbets, it certainly is an homage to the old park. I never went to Ebbets, so I'll have to take Wilpon's word for it and from every picture or movie I've seen of the old park it looks awesome, but I think that an opportunity was missed here.
 
Why would you constantly want to be in the shadow of two teams that left the city 70 years ago, not to mention the 800 pound gorilla that lives in the next borough? When Citi Field opened, the Mets should have taken that opportunity to do some thing really wild, something unpredictable, something that would separate the Mets from the ghosts of the past.
 
But they decided to play it safe and stick with nostalgia and build a park that honors another team's legacy. For everything that they did, the Dodgers are an important team in the annals of baseball history, but you know, they're still around. The Mets have their own history and should have either leaned into that more or stated something new.
 
That's not to say that Citi Field is a dump or a bad stadium, it's not. When Ryan and I went a few years ago, we had a terrific time. It's not located in the most fan-friendly neighborhood but the park itself is pretty awesome.
 
The rotunda, which does copy the Ebbets Field rotunda almost exactly, is massive and awe inspiring. It's one of the coolest parts of the park, I can see why Wilbon felt that it was important to replicate it. We sat on the third base side and the sight lines were terrific, we felt close enough to the action and just had a legitimate blast there. They also had the apple that pops up when the Mets hit a homer. Who doesn't enjoy that?
 
I'd love for a modern park with nods to the past to be built here in Boston. But for the Mets, I don't know, they've always been the little brother and any time they pull up their pants and try to play with the older kids, they usually get embarrassed--except for 1969 and 1986. Perhaps playing in a stadium that longs for the Dodgers to return to the city of their birth isn't the best vibe to be pedaling 81 games a year. It's like subliminally reminding everyone that, "we love you guys, but we'd trade your asses for the Dodgers (or Giants) in a second."
 
Here's the box score of the game we saw that day: https://www.retrosheet.org/boxesetc/2022/B08062NYN2022.htm
 
No official Hall of Famers but Max Scherzer pitched and dominated the Braves, striking out 11 and allowing four hits over seven. For the Braves Max Fried wasn't as good (in the battle of Maxes he was the minimum--HO, HO, HO, HO!) and Ronald Acuna had a hit. 
 
Fun game, the home crowd left happy and we had a good time in Queens.