Showing posts with label American League. Show all posts
Showing posts with label American League. Show all posts

Friday, July 16, 2021

Buffalo

On Achievements in the Face of Weather


Sahlen Field, 2021

Friday, July 16, 2021
Texas Rangers vs. Toronto Blue Jays
Sahlen Field
MLB, American League
Buffalo, NY
7:07 PM


Outside the Game:
This was a rather last-minute affair. With things looking mildly up with the Covid situation, by all appearances it seemed that the Blue Jays were going to return to Toronto by the end of the July. This left a limited window when I could say that I had been able to watch a MLB game in Buffalo, NY, the first time they had hosted a major-league game in over 100 years. I waited until the last minute to pull the trigger on the endeavor, but I finally bought an extremely overpriced ticket to use on a Summer Friday morning off from work. I booked a hotel, but not a game ticket--with the bad weather forecast, I didn't know which day I would end up going to a game, and I thought (sweet, innocent youth) that I would just buy a ticket at the stadium. I grabbed a hotel downtown and tried to reach out at the last minute to an old colleague who lives in Buffalo, and then just winged it from there.

Bad weather was predicted for all Friday afternoon, but the morning was clear, so I could at least probably fly out okay. My last-minute plans meant that the only ticket even within the realm of price possibility left from JFK, of all places. So I was up at the ass-end of the morning for a quick shower before the car service picked me up to take me to the airport. This early, even on a Friday morning, there was literally no traffic, and I made the journey in record time.

Security was a cluster, probably due to the early hour, but even still, I made it through okay, and everything else was fine, except I had the longest walk to my gate that I think is possible while still remaining in the airport. I walked most of that way back to grab breakfast at Shake Shack (one of the only places open at this hour), and then hoof it back to the gate.

Boarding and the flight were so incident-free as to not be worth mention. We even arrived a little early. But I was unable get a Lyft at the airport, so I just took a cab to my hotel. I arrived quite early in the morning, so I dropped off my bag until check-in and asked for some directions to downtown. They gave me some indications about the Buffalo tram, and I confidently walked out, just missed a tram, and decided to walk downtown.

Except I went the wrong way and walked halfway out of town before realizing my mistake. I eventually boarded on the tram going southbound and exited at the stadium, where I took some pictures and found some particularly amazing information. You couldn't buy tickets at the stadium--you could only buy them online. The lack of logic threatened to throttle my brain. As I was struggling through that, I received a call not from work, but one of my work client's other clients. I informed them of my vacation status and went on with my day.

As it was not looking great for the game that night (a light rain had just picked up), I declined to purchase a ticket at this time and went the rest of the way down to the waterfront, where a small festival was happening. After Second Breakfast at a nearby Tim Horton's, I availed myself of the Buffalo & Erie County Naval and Military Park, which had a small indoor museum and three ships: the WWII destroyer USS Sullivans, the Korean-Era missile cruiser USS Little Rock, and the WWII submarine USS Croaker. The missile cruiser was particularly interesting to me, as I had never been aboard one before, and the early-stages of mechanization were especially novel. (Though the question of how they managed to get three seagoing warships into Buffalo still puzzles me.)

Dead eyes, like a doll

The tour routes painted on the ships were out-of-date (perhaps due to Covid restrictions), but the ships were full of horrible mannequins that I adore so much. I kept bumping into the same groups of people across all three ships, and the mother of one of these families turned out to be horribly clasutrophobic, and I ended up assisting her in getting out of the sub. So that was a thing. After a small trip through the indoor museum, I was back out into the drizzly afternoon.

I briefly investigated another small building where they were rebuilding an old canal boat before I walked out to the mouth of the harbor, passing a guy who taking pictures of the same on a tripod camera with a remote. Not sure what was going on there. I eventually walked back towards Main Street.

Still having time to kill, I decided to check out the Pierce Arrow Museum, dedicated to the defunct Buffalo-area automaker. I had actually seen the museum the last time I was here visiting the then-AAA stadium, but it was closed when I passed by that trip. It was open this time, and a nice old lady sold me a ticket for a giant indoor space that chronicled the Pierce bicycle, motorcycle, and automotive empire, as well as housing en totto the Andrew Lloyd Wright Filling Station. They also had a small exhibit on the other automaker from the area, the quickly bankrupt Playboy Motors, which achieved lasting immortality as being the inspiration for Hugh Heffner.

Beep beep, MOFO

After some time there, it was getting close to hotel check-in time, and my feet were killing me. So, of course, I just missed the tram again and had to walk back up to my hotel. Upon arriving, I was told there were no rooms ready, but I apparently looked so pathetic, they put me in a corner suite that was already cleaned. After dumping off my stuff and resting a bit, I headed back out to the stadium, finally catching the tram.

Although there was a half-hearted rain coming down, they were setting up for the game, so I decided to finally commit. But the ticket office was now open! I knew it couldn't be just online only! But it turns out, the guy was just there to handle VIP passes. He walked me through how to buy a ticket online, and after a number of mis-starts, I purchased a dry ticket and placed myself at the end of the short line to get in when the gates opened.

After the game, the rain was going in real earnest, so of course, I was literally ten feet away when the tram decided to take off. Muttering under my breath, I headed back north to the hotel, the short walk seeming much longer. I trudged up to my room, ditched the wet clothes, dried off, and went the hell to bed.


The Stadium & Fans:

Home to center, Sahlen Field

Outside of swapping its name from "Coca-Cola" to sausage-maker "Sahlen," and having all signage papered over with "Blue Jays" instead of "Bisons," the stadium hadn't changed much since my last visit in their AAA incarnation. It still feels a little small for AAA, and now definitely so hosting MLB games, though it was no doubt an upgrade to their Gulf-Coast league Spring Training stadium where the Blue Jays had been housed previously during the pandemic. The one promenade at the top of the entire seating bowl from outfield to outfield still makes for a crowded walking area and getting around the seating area a little cramped.

The scoreboard had definitely been updated, and the outfield party area had been expanded and renamed, but along with all the re-signing, there wasn't much different in the park. There were some Covid-leftover cardboard fans, but everything was mostly the same, including the one vendor who went around all game in a conehead hat.

Even for the dreary game, the fans showed up for a decent crowd that stayed for most of the game, but everyone skedaddled as soon as the game ended. There was little tomfoolery between the innings, and the mascot didn't even make the socially distanced trip down.


At the Game with Oogie:

A "pizza log"

As soon as I made my way in the stadium, I did my normal picture-taking and sought out food, as I hadn't eaten much since breakfast. I was disappointed to find that poutine was no longer on the offer, though I did experience something called a "pizza log," which appears to be a pizza slice rolled up and fried. I downed that along with a brat and snacks for the evening.

My seat on the third base side was indeed under cover, to my great relief, for the damp duration of the game. Though the rain never got so bad that the tarp came out until the very end of the lopsided game, by which time everyone was just looking to get it over with and go home.

There was a family sitting in front of me and couple sitting next to me. The husband commented on my scoring, and we got to talking about things. They had come (from much closer) for the same reason as myself--to catch an MLB in Buffalo just to say they did. They were good company for most of the rainy affair.

It was very much a Spring Training feeling, with the tiny stadium hosting a big-league game. And excitement was on tap, as we shall see.


The Game:

First pitch, Rangers vs. Blue Jays

The hard-hitting Blue Jays were facing the literally and figuratively punchless Rangers on a night when a rain delay or rainout seemed inevitable, yet the game managed to not only get played, but get played exactly to script.

The Rangers began the first going in order, while Toronto nee' Buffalo jumped to an early 1-0 lead on a homer by Vlady Jr. Texas stranded back-to-back walks in the second, while the Blue Jays stranded their own single and walk in the bottom of the frame. The Rangers had a chance in the third, with a leadoff double that was sacrificed to third with one out. A grounder to third cut the runner down at home, however, to kill the threat. Toronto didn't waste their third, starting the inning with a homer and then after a one-out walk, there was another homer, plus a back-to-back homer to follow, throwing up four runs in the inning and extending the lead to 5-0.

Texas went in order at the top of the fourth, while the Blue Jays manufactured another run on a double and a single to make it 6-0. The quiet fifth saw both sides go in order for the first time. The sixth had the Rangers stranding a single in their half, while Toronto went back on the line with a single, walk, single, and another home run, throwing four more runs across the plate for a 10-0 lead.

Texas squandered an opportunity in the seventh, loading the bases on a single, double, and walk and managing to strand them all. The Blue Jays went quietly in order. The Rangers left a leadoff single in the eighth on the basepaths, while Toronto, finally exhausted from all those home runs, went in order again. In the ninth, Texas finally got on the board with a walk and a homer, but quickly retired afterward through an increasing rainfall, leaving the final score a microscopically better 10-2 Blue Jays.


The Scorecard:

Rangers vs. Blue Jays, 7/16/21. Blue Jays win, 10-2

There is a story behind the scorecard for this night's game. On the way in, people were handing out some nice one-page cardstock scorecards. Upon getting inside, it turned out this was a promo from local healthcare workers who were getting shafted by Catholic Health on contract negotiations after empty promises made during the worst of the pandemic. The official home scorecard was just a photocopied piece of paper, so I used the healthcare workers scorecard and applaud them on some very targeted marketing.

The scorecard they had was a top-bottom split with 11 player lines and 10 innings, but no pitching lines. Each player line ended with at bats, runs, hits, and RBIs, while the inning columns had a space that I used for run and hit totals.

The story of this game was homers and strikeouts. There were six dingers total, with five by the Blue Jays, responsible for all but two of the twelve runs of the game. At one point, the Blue Jays were averaging more than one home run to left per inning. Also worth noting were the strikeouts, with the Jays whiffing twelve Rangers. There weren't any strange scoring plays, but there was one play of literal note. After the homer in the ninth, there was a delay when the pitcher slipped off the mound in the constant drizzle that was getting worse at the end of the game. The grounds crew had to come out to tend to the mound before play resumed.


The Accommodations:

Holiday Inn Express Downtown, Buffalo

So my pity suite at the Holiday Inn Express Downtown was actually very nice. And it even had a separate bedroom, which is always a nice touch.

Off the entrance to the right was one entrance to the main bathroom and kitchen facilities. A small living room was to the left, with a pull-out couch with a stylish (thought at an incredibly inconvenient  height) coffee table, with a working desk and easy chair further back.

Through a set of interior bay doors was the bedroom, which was 90% filled with the a bed, along with a dresser and TV. Another entrance to the bathroom came from the bedroom, another classy add-on.


On the Weather Having Its Way

At least I got wings
Saturday, July 17, 2021
Buffalo, NY


Outside the Game:
I eventually woke up early the next day, zombied down to breakfast to get a regular buffet to chew blindly while staring out the window watching the rain, before dragging myself back upstairs to nap for most of the rainy morning.

I eventually threw myself outside sometime after 10 AM with nothing to do for the day. I decided to take the short walk to the overdone City Hall, only to find it and the observation deck closed for the weekend, or Covid--I was never quite sure.

Bereft of any other ideas and approaching lunchtime, I decided to fulfill my familial destiny and go to the Anchor Bar for wings. My father always told a story during his travel for work in the 70's: He got stuck for an extended layover in Buffalo in the winter, struck up a conversation with a local, and came down to the Anchor Bar and had Buffalo Wings. And so on a rainy July afternoon, I found myself in the same place.

The door from the street was locked, to the surprise of myself and the postman who had walked up behind me and scared me half to death. A short detour, however, took me to the main parking lot and entrance that was, in fact, open. I got a table in the bar, ordered up two plates of wings and my yearly beer, and settled into trying to connect to a non-existent WIFI and drying off by mental fiat

I came exactly the right time, as crowds started backing up for tables just as my wings arrived. I went onto cellular and spent me time eating an unadvisable amount of chicken wings and slowly drying off while an increasing number of jealous, damp people coveted my seat. I found out there was a historic site just down the street that was open, so I had something to do with the remainder of my afternoon.

After finishing up, I walked the short distance to the Theodore Roosevelt Inauguration Site National Park in a rain of fluctuating intensity. Upon arriving at the rear entrance, I was told that the site is by tour only, but they had some spots open for the next tour, so I came indoors to dry off for the short time until the next tour. People with proper reservations did show up, and there was a larger crowd than I think I was expecting.

So what's the story here? The Pan-American Exposition was being held in Buffalo, and both President McKinley and Vice-President Roosevelt were attending. McKinley had a date with an assassin, and after lingering for several days, passed away, and the house where Roosevelt would take up the mantle of presidency has been turned into the national park. The museum had areas on the Pan-American Exposition, a refreshingly honest look at what the country was facing at the time, the assassination, and of course, the library where the inauguration took place. It was one of those happy accidents that I sometimes stumble into on these trips, and I am 100% happy that I found the place. Not only that, the iconography of the location was top-notch, with Roosevelt's signature mustache and glasses used for the logo and immortalized in things such as a cookie cutter, which I completely did not buy.

Timely marketing

I took a damp tram back to my hotel, stripping out of wet clothes and taking a long nap. For a while, I entertained the notion of heading out again. I was in the Buffalo "theater district," and there were a show or two playing, but I couldn't garner the necessary enthusiasm. When the rain was at its lowest point, I snuck out to get some takeaway from the local Dinosaur BBQ, then slunk back to the hotel as the rain picked up again. 

The rest of my evening was podcasts, eating, and soaking in the tub. I packed up and arranged a cab for the next morning and then I went to bed early, which was probably for the best.


The Accommodations:
I received my first real hotel buffet in two years in the morning, and I ended up spending a lot of this rainy, dreary day in my nice hotel room.

The tub got a workout, and there was a lot of laying about and napping that got done that day.



On the Weather Always Being Nice on the Way Home

Buffalo Airport, early
Sunday, July 18. 2021
Buffalo, NY

Outside the Game:
I didn't sleep well the previous night. Sometime in the middle of the night, there was a commotion outside the street of the hotel that woke me up. The incident (someone was arguing with the police) went on so long that I tried to go out to the living room to see what was happening. On the way back to bed, I absolutely obliterated my knee on the knee-high edge of Chekhov's coffee table in the room. 

After a suitable period of screaming and seeing if I had cracked my kneecap, I went back to bed, but did not sleep all that well due to my knee being a bloody mess. I eventually got up at 7:03 AMish and got my little breakfast buffet before retreating up to my room to rest a little while longer and finish packing up.

The cab company called me up, and I went down and checked out and go straight into the cab to the airport. The drive took no time at all, but I was greeted at the airport by more travel mysteries. The 6 AM flight that I had assiduously paid money to avoid had not yet departed for NY, but my flight was showing as departing early? Whatever, buddy.

There was no line at security, so I squirted right through and walked out to the gate, which confirmed my flight leaving a little early, so I dumped myself in a chair and listened to the latest Warhams episode until we boarded. We shuffled onto the plane, I was sitting next to some guy, and it was a rough landing. That was literally all to say about the flight.

I grabbed a Lyft at the airport and called my parents on the way home. The afternoon was a blur of naps, laundry, and putting things away.


The Accommodations:
Jersey City, sweet Jersey City

Click here to see all the photos from this trip.


Stand-Alone Trip, 2021





Friday, June 25, 2021

Bronx

On Opening Up All of the Bronx

New Yankee Stadium, 2021
New Yankee Stadium, 2012
Friday, June 25, 2021
New Yankee Stadium
MLB, American League
Bronx, NY
7:00 PM 
 
Outside the Game: 
I'm not claiming to be uber-woke, or whatever the hell the kids are calling it these days, but I knew what "Juneteenth" was before last year. In college, I took a class on Reconstruction, which included reading Jubilee, a historical novel that rather prominently features the holiday. Why that piece of information hasn't drained out of my long-term memory like everything else is a question for greater powers than myself. But here we are.

My new company had the day off before Biden went nuclear and made it a national holiday at the last minute this year, and--frankly--for anyone arguing against it, exactly how racist do you have to be to oppose a new Friday holiday in June? There are guys in the Klan who have no problem with this.

At any rate, I had a day off work and nothing to do, and the Yankees were at home, so I decided to grab a ticket. This was made easier by a trick of fate that had today as the day that the Yankees would be opening up the stadium to full capacity. The hasty transfer over to 100% open had gummed up the works on the Website, and the phone lines at Ticketmaster were similarly down. I whittled away the morning and afternoon with some cooking, laundry, and chores before checking one last time before resigning myself to buying a ticket at the stadium.

Right before I was to head out at 3 PM, the Website started working again, I grabbed my online ticket, and I headed out to the light rail. The light rail took me to the PATH and then to the subway, with nothing much in the way. It was a little surreal to take this trip again, as with most things this year, in a way both completely familiar and alien at the same time. I was super early, but I had nothing else to do, and I half-consciously bounced along on my trip out the Bronx.

I emerged into the high summer afternoon with some time to spend. I walked around the stadium to check out the Covid setup before heading out the park they had built on the site of Yankee Stadium. In the intervening years, I've never actually had a chance to go there, so I walked out to the old Bat by the renovated LIRR Station and took in Ruppert Plaza, with its already weathered cobblestones of historic dates related to the old stadium, and Elston Howard Field on the site of the old diamond.

After some leisurely walking around, it was getting close to gate open time, so I made the short walk back over to the stadium, and placed myself on one of the socially distanced entry lines. There were no vaccination checks here, just standing in the baking summer sun until the trip through the metal detectors was over. The only excitement during the wait was allowing an older gentleman through to the front of the line, which mercifully provoked no outrage. And in I went.

At the end of the game, the crowd dispersed groggily into the night. The subway situation was crowded, but not packed, and I had an uneventful public transportation ride home, facilitated by being able to take the light rail home instead of a Lyft since it was still technically a weekday.


The Stadium & Fans: 
New Yankee Stadium hadn't changed all that much since my last visit. Obviously, the Covid testing tents outside and the socially distanced entrance set-ups were different, but the facility itself hadn't changed much at all. While it was later on in the summer, and this night was the first where the stadium was at 100% capacity, there were a lot of the protocols that the Mets had in place (removing all tables and chairs, zip-tying unoccupied seats, etc) that weren't still in use, but I wasn't sure if it was because the Yankees had taken them away or had never implemented them in the first place.

The stadium wasn't close to full capacity, but that no doubt had to do with the fully opened seats being only available for purchase for a day or so. It was the most crowded game I had been to yet in two years, though, and the crowd, as with most Yankees games, were into the contest, even as the Yankees were going through a rough patch for the season.

New Yankee Stadium remains a pale shadow of what it replaced, and its windowless museum and the dead zone of concrete hallways sacrificed in the name of exclusive seating areas behind home plate are even more disappointing in fresh review. I hope they find a way of doing something useful with it.


At the Game with Oogie:
Thanks to this being the first completely open game and the decision being made essentially within a day, there was a dearth of people who made advanced purchases of seats. My same-day purchase of a seat in the upper deck right behind first base was the only one sold in my (no doubt) newly opened row, as what I suppose to be the socially distanced seats in the rows in front and behind me were occupied. It was nice to have a row to myself, though not as nice as pod seating, but what can one do?

I wandered around the park right when gates opened, and I was able to hit both Monument Park and the museum with no lines. I got to see the most recent inductees to Monument Park since my last visit, as well as the half-hearted Pride flower arrangement that someone in corporate thought would be sufficient support for the LGBT community. I grabbed some fries in a helmet at some point, along with chicken tenders or the like. After hitting the team store, I just parked in my seat until the start of the game.

In keeping with my baseball this season, Jomboy Media was in attendance in a luxury suite down the third base side. I was able to pick them out with the zoom on my camera and send a photo to an amused Jimmy. The group of college-aged kids in front of me were talking about one his recent Breakdowns or other. I doubt they would have believed me if I told them I was messaging with him during the game.


The Game: 
The Yankees were fighting to get back into the playoff race against one of their primary Wild Card antagonists, the Oakland Athletics. As seemed to be the regular this year, there was inclement weather earlier, but we looked set for gametime.

The A's got on the board early, with a two-out solo homer to right, putting them up 1-0, while New York went down in order in their half. Things cooled off in the second, with both sides sitting back down in order, but Oakland got back to work in the third, scratching in a run off a back-to-back double and single, extending their lead to 2-0. But in the bottom the third, the Yankees tied it up at two with a walk and a homer to right of their own, leaving us with a fresh game a third of the way in.

The A's stranded two runners in the top of the fourth, while New York went in order. Oakland wasted a walk at the start of the fifth, while the Yankees grabbed their first lead quickly in the bottom of the frame with a solo shot to right. They also just as quickly lost that lead in the top of the sixth, as the A's strung together two singles and a homer to bring across three runs and regain a 5-3 lead. New York stranded a runner on third after a single and a wild pitch for their part of the sixth.

Oakland threatened again in the top of the seventh, with runners on second and third and no outs after a single, hit by pitch, and wild pitch, but they left them on the vine to wilt. The Yankees squandered a single in the bottom of the inning. Both sides went in order in the eighth, and the A's left a single on the bases in the top of the ninth. Perhaps true to their form this year, New York ended the game by grounding into a one-out double-play to seal Oakland's 5-3 victory.


The Scorecard: 
Yankees vs. A's, 5/25/21. A's win, 5-3

Since this was my first time back at the parks after a couple of years, I decided to use the home scorecards again, which in this case is a one-page insert in the league's most expensive $10 program.

The scorecard is split with the visitors on top and the home Yankees on the bottom, with a Yankees rosters along the top left and an Umpires roster on the bottom left. Pitching lines for both teams are in the center. Player lines are for 11 innings with a pre-printed diamond in each square. There are lines for ten players and replacements, with each player line ending in at bats, runs, hits, RBIs, and errors, and each inning column ending in runs and hits per inning. The six pitching lines track innings pitched, hits, runs, earned runs, walks, and strikeouts. It is functional and compact, as you'd expect from the marquee franchise in the sport.

There wasn't a lot out of the ordinary from a scoring perspective beyond some weird stats. There were a ton of strikeouts (19 total) for a game that really wasn't a pitcher's duel. All but one of the eight runs came on home runs. The only particularly interesting play of note was a 5-3 putout in the top of the second that got a gem (!) by virtue of Gio Urshella going to the tarp to nab and throw out the runner at first.


The Accommodations: 
Back at my socially-distanced apartment in Jersey City



Stand Alone Trip, 2021

Thursday, July 24, 2014

Bronx

On When Resting Is Not Restful

New Yankee Stadium
New Yankee Stadium, 2014
Thursday, July 24, 2014
Texas Rangers vs. New York Yankees
New Yankee Stadium
Major League Baseball, American League
Bronx, NY
1:05 PM


Outside the Game:
This would be an unusual baseball trip, as it was starting with a game at "home," and then progressing further afield.

One of my cousin's kids in Florida wanted to see Derek Jeter during his last season. He was going to fly out this week, and we were going to go to a game. As Thursday afternoon games were the easier ticket, and I could take my comp day for working on Memorial Day (and the fact that Jeter didn't often rest at home this year), we got tickets for this Thursday.

The worry originally had been the weather, but the storm that was supposed to hit on Thursday came in Wednesday night. The Yankees played an extra-innings marathon on Tuesday night, so it looked like Jeter would sit out Wednesday. But he played in the rain-shortened Wednesday game, which made his inevitable sit-out on Thursday all the more mundane. There's only so much you can do with planning.

Jeter sits
Sir Not Appearing in This Movie

Although I had the day off, I got up at the same time as usual, as I wanted to make sure we could get into Monument Park, which involved getting there before the gates opened at 11 AM. My father showed up with guest in tow a little after 9 AM, and instead of taking my advice and going to the roomier parking lot by the hospital, my father insisted on going to the sardine can shops down by the river to save some walking. He again ignored my advice to go into an above-ground lot and instead went to an underground lot and was surprised that his suburban sled car did not fit into any of the available spaces. He had to get it valet-parked, but at least we were all off.

We got to the PATH trains, and I helped them get a Metrocard that both of them could use. Because they didn't heed my urging to hurry up, we missed the 33rd Street train and had to wait for the next one, which can be a sizable wait after rush hour.

Once we got going, it was relatively easy going after the change to the D train at 34th Street. We piled out into the early afternoon, and I walked them to the gate by Monument Park. My father was tired of walking, so I told him to stay there and wait on line while I took our guest around the park. Halfway around, my father showed up, saying he wanted to walk. Amazingly and completely unexpectedly enough, by the time we got back to the gate by Monument Park, the lines were down the street. I told them to get on line and wait while I scouted ahead.

There was a second, much-shorter line on the other side of the gate, so I got on that one and called my father on his cell phone. He didn't pick up, so I called him again. And he didn't pick up, again. So I had to run down to them and drag them back to the other line, while 50 more people had gotten on line while I was collecting them.

Eventually, the gates opened, and we went in, but more on that in a second.

Exodus
Rawhide

The way out was the "welcome to the big city" moment, as we had to pack into a D train going south, heading into rush hour. It was a wall-to-wall people sandwich until we got off at 34th. We eventually got seats on the PATH back to Hoboken, and we quietly cooled off on our way back to retrieve the car for one of several identical-looking commuter parking lots.

They dropped me back off at my apartment a little before 5, and I put in a load of laundry and took a major nap. I put the clothes in the drier when I woke up, took a shower, and then booked my hotel for the night, about halfway down the route to southern Maryland.

A little before nine, I finished packing up and started driving south. Outside of another ten-minute delay paying cash to one of two open lanes on the NJ Turnpike at the Delaware Memorial Bridge, I quickly got shaken down in Delaware and reached my hotel a little after 11:30 PM.


The Stadium & Fans:
Center to home, New Yankee Stadium
Center field to home plate from Monument Park, New Yankee Stadium

It had actually been a couple of years since I had been to New Yankee Stadium, and it was my first visit to the new Monument Park. On this return visit, I was really struck by how claustrophobic the interior walkways of the stadium are. This is done to make the ritzy areas behind home plate and center field hermetically sealed from riff-raff. But the experience waiting to get into Monument Park and the Yankees Museum are certainly diminished by waiting in line in a generic concrete hallway that would seem more at home in a Cold War-era military base. The only nod to adornment by the Monument Park entrance are giant representations of the retired numbers.

Majestic
Majestic

The stairway into Monument Park is particularly grim, akin to walking down a dimly lit stairwell into a middle school sub-basement. But once you get outside, it is a different story. The panoramic view to home plate from the center field and the carefully manicured and maintained park itself are clearly a place rivaled only by Cooperstown in baseball history and reverence. Plaques old and new are enshrined, along with a particularly egregious dedication to George Steinbrenner, easily twice the size of any other memorial in the park. (And since his passing, another "modest" monument to the Boss dominates the top of the bleachers.)


Besides a few new minor additions, such as memorials to the yearly "Pinstripe Bowl" on the outfield wall and new flip-pictures of the players in the area by the food court, not a lot has changed.

Even for a weekday, mid-season game, the crowd was still rather substantial, although almost to a person disappointed in Jeter's no-show on the roster that day. Several fan signs were specifically addressed to the issue. And the crowd seemed a little too excited when Jeter's replacement was plunked on the arm in the bottom of the third, perhaps hopeful that Jeter would be called in to replace him. Sadly for the masses, the injury was not severe.


At the Game with Oogie:

Grub
Rodeo burger

As mentioned, my primary companions at this game were my father and my cousin's son. For the most part, I was showing him around the stadium, and we got there very early so as to see Monument Park. It was my first time in the new Monument Park, as well, so that was worthwhile all-around. While we were inside, I met one of the stupidest people who ever lived. This woman was complaining that Monument Park was a big letdown, because all it contained was "plaques."

Frankly, I don't know what she was expecting. Did she hope for holograms of each of the honored recipients? Perhaps she expected the shambling reanimated remains of those interred there to scare her as if in some haunted castle? I don't know what to make of it.

Monument Park
LINE! The Ride.
We eventually decided against going to the museum, as the wait in that line would take us to just before first pitch, so I took my relations around to the more noteworthy parts of the park, and then we settled on some lunch at the Johnny Rockets concession (as the lines at Nathan's had grown too long), and we hunkered down in our seats.

Straight out of central casting sitting next to us was a blowhard, everything-is-awful Yankees fan, who couldn't keep his trap shut the entire game, and mentioned how every action that wasn't an immediate out for the opposing team or run for the Yankees was evidence that Yankees manager Girardi didn't know what he was doing, and that the Yankees stunk. Presumably, the evidence from the outcome of the game was damned to be ignored.


The Game:
First pitch, Rangers vs. Yankees
First pitch, Ranges vs. Yankees

Considering both pitchers sported ERAs north of 5, this match between the Rangers and the Yankees didn't look to be a pitcher's duel, but looks can be deceiving. To start, both sides went quickly in order for the first two innings.

In the top of the third, however, a leadoff walk for the Rangers changed things up, only to be quickly erased on a double-play. The next batter got an undeniable hit to center, as did the the next batter, and the next batter, plating a run. But a fly out to center ended the half at 1-0, Rangers. The Yankees only managed a two-out hit batsman in their half of the third, and the train kept rolling on as the Rangers went in order in the top of the fourth.

In the bottom of the fourth, however, the Yankees led off with a double, but two outs looked to leave him stranded before a two-out single to right brought in the tying run. A ground-out to first ended the inning at 1-1. In the top of the fifth, Texas had their own double (this one a two-out variety), and though the next batter walked, a strikeout ended the threat with nothing across. The Yankees started the bottom of the fifth with a walk, and a double brought him in to take the lead. The next batter bunted, and it was a bizarre play as the third baseman threw to the second baseman covering first, who did an awkward slide of his own near the base. The batter was called out, and the play was challenged, but upheld, as replay showed him barely touch the bag just as he caught the ball. After the challenge, a walk made it first and third with one out, and the runner at first stole second. A deep sacrifice fly to center brought the runner at third home, and another walk made it first and second with two outs, but a fly out to left ended the inning at 3-1, Yankees.

Texas went in order in the sixth, and the Yankees only had a two-out single to show for their effort. The Rangers started the seventh greeting the Yankees new relief pitcher with a no-doubt home run to left, but the subsequent three outs held the lead at 3-2, Yankees. The Yankees went in order, as did the Rangers in the eighth.

The Yankees started the bottom of the eighth with a single and double that brought the run home. The trailing runner made it to third on a fielder's choice, but was stranded there, with the score at 4-2, Yankees, after eight. Robertson came in to save the ninth, and gave up a one-out walk that stole second, but nailed down the 4-2 Yankees win.


The Scorecard:
Rangers vs. Yankees, 07-24-14. Yankees win, 4-2.Rangers vs. Yankees, 07-24-14. Yankees win, 4-2.
Rangers vs. Yankees, 07/24/14. Yankees win, 4-2.

Not seeing a need to fork over $10 for a scorecard, I used the BBWAA scorebook. There were a couple of odd scoring moments in the game. For example, in the top of the third, the inning began with back-to-back singles that were uncontroversial. The third single to center field, however, was just out reach of the second baseman, who, having missed the ball, booted it further into center field. They originally scored it a single and an E4 that got the runner on first to third, but they changed the ruling to be two-bases on the single.

There was a challenge on a sacrifice bunt in the bottom of the fifth, where the covering second baseman made an incredibly awkward sweep slide in the vicinity of the base, but the replay clearly showed that he got lucky and was touching the edge of the bag with his foot when he just caught the ball before completely pulling off. The only other moment of note is the top of the fourth, where a 5-3 putout ended with a rather superfluous tag by the first baseman, just to be a jerk, I guess.


The Accommodations:
La Quinta Inn & Suites
La Quinta Inn & Suites

Pretty much on a whim, I picked some place about two hours distant from my house that was along my route, and that turned out to be the La Quinta Inn & Suites in Elkton, MD, just over the border from the Delaware shakedown, as I didn't want to give those bastards another red cent.

My room turned out to be a humongous efficiency suite. The room entrance was at a living room/kitchen, with a fold out couch and easy chair on one side of the room, and in a smaller alcove, there was a full desk and kitchenette, with refrigerator, sink, a real coffee maker, microwave, and dishes and cutlery in the drawers. The next room in was the bedroom, with the king bed and end tables on one side, and the TV and dresser in the other. Around a corner was the bathroom, with the vanity and sink outside the bathroom, and the toilet and shower inside.

As I got settled in and was doing my various things, what eventually struck me was how completely quiet the room was. Located next to the elevator, I was worried about being disturbed by it all night, but instead, the clearly well-insulated room was eerily and completely quiet, except for the noises that I was putting out into it. And it was then that I went from being a little weirded out to considering the options of moving here permanently.



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