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Saturday, September 1, 2018

Indianapolis

On Finally Finishing Another League

Victory Field
Victory Field, 2018
Saturday, September 1, 2018
Louisville Bats (Cincinnati Reds) vs.
Indianapolis Indians (Pittsburgh Pirates)
Victory Field
International League (AAA)
Indianapolis, IN
7:05 PM


Outside the Game:
I woke up feeling refreshed, and not having to run down to a buffet, I cooked up the breakfast sandwiches I had bought the night before in the microwave and had a civilized breakfast at my dining table on a plate and everything. I then showered up, finished packing, and checked out. I was a little worried when I checked out, as the new attendant on duty seemed to imply that he was charging my entire bill on my card (I had already paid on Hotels.com), but in the end, it worked out.

I had a fairly boring two-hour drive south through cornfields to get me to Indianapolis. With a little bit of construction to break it up, I was there with little fanfare. I went directly to the Indianapolis Zoo, because that's the sort of thing I do, and I was glad I did.

The zoo had excellent facilities, including a dolphin house where you could walk underneath their living tank, and a penguin house where they had a glass floor section where the penguins could swim to either side of the exhibit. The keystone for me was the orangutan house they had, which was just about everything I've ever wanted in an orangutan house. There was giant central building, but there were also visible climb ways where the orangutans could climb around to sit on towers or go to other play areas, all with a sky ride that went around it. The main house had large glass walls, and the curious orangutans used them as much as the guests. At any time, at least one or two were at the base of the building, hanging out with whoever was out front. Once you went up the ramps to inside, there was more glass walls for orangutans to interact with people, and vice versa. The troop inside had two babies from different mothers. One mother was watching the two climb and run and play and fight, while the other mother was off on a platform taking a nap with a blanket pulled over her head. It was very relatable.

Orangutan in the Indianapolis Zoo
Watch the kids, I'm taking a nap.

I spent a lot of time there and made a couple of visits to it again as I went around the rest of the zoo. They are my absolute favorites. The rest of the zoo was also nice, and I stopped in a cafe for some lunch before heading out to see the rest of the place before exiting through the gift shop.

I had another problem trying to exit, as I couldn't find my car. I was convinced I was in the right row, but after stomping through that row and the next, I really couldn't find my car. It is then, with great embarrassment that I realized that my car did have an auto-unlock. The technology had advanced so that my key looked like a normal key, but there were some buttons in there that remotely unlocked the door and opened the trunk. After pressing the unlock button in vain and not being able to see the lights in the harsh afternoon daylight, I just held down the trunk button, and nearly immediately, I saw my trunk pop open a row in the other direction. I sheepishly got in and drove to my hotel.

The hotel was a fancy affair, and I had to leave my key with the valet as I checked in. I got myself sorted out, but I had to wait for my key, as the valet had left, and his backup was helping another guest. He eventually got me my key back, and I drove around the corner to park in the underground garage beneath the hotel. I dragged all my stuff up to my room and unpacked and then tried to take a nap before the game. I was able to rest my eyes, but sleep never came fully before I had to walk down the street to the game and wait to get in.

After the game, I stayed for a little of the fireworks before going back to my hotel and watching the rest of the fireworks from my hotel room while waiting for some room-service second-diner of a burger and fries. For desert, I found the Swedish Fish I had brought at the zoo but forgot about in the panic looking for my car. It was then time for sleep in a bed of many pillows.


The Stadium & Fans:
Home to center at Victory Field
Home plate to center field, Victory Field

Victory Field is about as full-throated a name as you can get for your ballpark, and the imposing AAA structure pretty much lives up to its name, dropped in the middle of downtown Indianapolis near the convention center, canal, and several cultural attractions. The main facade is behind home plate, with a wall of mirrored windows staring out onto downtown, with the team store and ticket booth flanking the entrance. Another entrance plaza is behind center field, facing across to the convention center, with its own ticket booths. A smaller “cooler gate” is in right center specifically to clear patrons bringing coolers into the park, and another small entrance is at right field, which is the place to go when you want to get in quickly. The entire park is surrounded by sidewalk, with the exception of the right field-first base line, which is fronted by a staff parking lot.

Once inside any of the gates, you are out onto a main promenade that circles the entire park at the top of the lower seating bowl. Two larger plazas are on the promenade by the main entrances. The regular seats are in a single tier running from outfield corner to outfield corner. Long picnic hills run the length of the outfield, with the exception of the batter’s eye, unconventionally formed by a stand of trees. A gigantic digital video scoreboard rises in right-center field over a single-row outfield wall with an auxiliary scoreboard in the left-field corner, with a distinctive extension in the wall in dead center pushing the outfield wall further back. The downtown skyline, especially the convention center and Marriott hotel in left field, provide the backdrop for the game.

This being one step away from the majors, there is a legitimate second level rising above the lower level from outfield to outfield behind home plate. It holds a second level of regular seating, as well as luxury boxes, the press box, and some party decks. As with the lower level, a walkway runs along the top of seats, providing access to all the boxes as well as the seats below.

The Corona Party Deck is on the promenade in the left-field corner, while in right field is the Elements Picnic Area. In center, there is the PNC Plaza that houses some concessions, fan services desks, and midway games. Along with the concessions and the team store, the promenade also holds The Max Schumer Victory Bell (rung after each home win), hanging memorials to famous players who have come through Indianapolis, a flag pole dedication (from the previous iteration of the ballpark), the lineups and league standings, an IHSAA College baseball display, and—perhaps most notably—a payphone. A retired number 42 for Jackie Robinson is also on the right-center field wall.
Rowdie, a red monster-looking thing, is the local mascot. He shows up prior to the start of the game to run the events on-field between innings and carouse with the fans. Most of the entertainment is standard minor-league fare of races, contests, and giveaways. One twist on this was that they had events after the game was over. While waiting for the post-game fireworks, they had a "shirts off our back" give-away, where the players gave out their jerseys to some fans and a shrimp eating contest out by home plate.

Rowdie at Victory Field
Rowdie & fan

The crowd was a sell-out, and everyone seemed to be into this game, which was important to keeping the playoff hopes alive for the Indians, who were one game out of first and in third place with a handful of games to play. The big crowd was attentive to the play on the field in addition to the other entertainment and was suitably behind the home-team victory and subsequent ringing of the Victory Bell. That said, they also did all stay around for the post-game fireworks in big numbers.


At the Game with Oogie:
Dinner at Victory Field
Brat, pretzel bites, and souvenir soda

I walked over from the hotel just in time for the gates to open. I did my pictures and walk-around, and then grabbed a combo of a brat, pretzel bites, and a souvenir soda.

My seat was in the last few rows of the lower deck just beyond third base. They were fine seats by any estimation, especially given that it was a sell-out and I had purchased the tickets the day before. There were a couple of older ladies and a family to my left, a pair of guys to my right, and a family with a really cute baby that kept looking at me in front of me. The family to my left asked me where I got the scorecard, and I directed them to the team store. I also talked a little about the game with the guys to my right, especially about some of the more bizarre plays that came about during the game.


The Game:
First pitch
First pitch, Bats vs. Indians

Another day, another pennant race. The Indians were also one game out of first place with a handful to play, needing to win out to almost assure their spot in the playoffs. Standing in their way was the visiting Louisville Bats.

The Bats wasted no time establishing themselves as the spoilers, turning a leadoff triple and a sacrifice fly into a 1-0 lead. Indianapolis was only able to muster a two-out double in their half. After a hot start, Louisville went in order in the second, while the Indians got to work. The half started with two singles and a double to load the bases, but two quick outs followed. A single brought in a run, and the single after it brought in two runs, and an error loaded the bases again. The pitcher then got out of the inning with a strikeout, but the catcher couldn't get a handle on it, and the batter made it to first safely, scoring another run before a strikeout--caught this time--ended the bat-around inning at 4-1, Indians. In the third inning, the Bats got a leadoff single to third and left him there, while Indianapolis got another run on a leadoff single, stolen base, fielder's choice, and a sacrifice fly to deep left, extending their lead to 5-1.

Louisville just had a single in the top of the fourth, and the Indians went in order. The Bats went in order despite a leadoff walk in the fifth, while Indianapolis stranded a one-out double. Louisville squandered an opportunity in the top of the sixth, where a leadoff error made to second on a fly out and to third on a short single. But he tried to score on a not-deep-enough fly to right, leading to a double-play when he was nailed at home. The Indians just had a two-out walk in the bottom of the frame.

The Bats stranded a two-out walk in the seventh, while Indianapolis went in order. Louisville finally had something going again in the top of the eighth, as two walks and a single closed the gap to 5-2. The Indians struck out in order in their half of the eight, but the Bats did as well in their last shot in the ninth, securing the home 5-2 win.


The Scorecard:
Bats vs. Indians, 09-01-18. Indians win, 5-2.Bats vs. Indians, 09-01-18. Indians win, 5-2.
Bats vs. Indians, 09/01/18. Indians win, 5-2.

The scorecard was a separate $3 cardstock pamphlet that came with a roster. The scorecard is in the centerfold spread, taking up about 80% of the space, with scoring instructions and a small social media ad taking the rest of the space. It is printed on white, so there is copious space for notes, especially considering the card has a notes area for each team next to the pitching lines at the bottom of the card. The order of the teams was non-canon, with the home team on the left and visiting on the right, for some reason.

The player lines have copious space for replacements, but not enough for one for each player. I ended up having to use a lot of the space, as both teams did not use the DH for some reason, and there were a lot of pinch hitters and new pitchers. Each batting line ends with copious totals, including walks and strikeouts in addition to at bats, runs, hits, and RBIs. Each inning column ends with split innings totals. There were no pre-printed diamonds, so there was a comfortable amount of space to score in.

Two players got the golden sombrero, and one earned tassels. Again, the strikeout batter for the game obliged on his last at-bat. And there were a couple of doozy scoring plays or plays of note. In the top of the third, a line drive over the wall was called foul by the umpires, but the manager and player disputed the call should be a home run, and I have to say, from where I was sitting, they had a legitimate beef, but the call stood, and that batter ended up getting a single and being stranded at third. In the top of the sixth, an attempted sacrifice fly went wrong and turned into a DP F9-2. You don't see that everyday, either.

But the play of the game was the bottom of the second. With two outs and bases loaded, a dropped third strike on a strikeout led to a run as the batter reached first base. Firstly, I'll never, ever see that play again. I will not. Secondly, it made me thinking hard about if the run was earned, or if the batter got an RBI, because who the hell comes up with this stuff? A dropped third strike with the bases loaded. I mean, really.


The Accommodations:
Marriott Downtown
Marriott Downtown, Indianapolis, IN

Even though it was a short trip, I was splurging again on a hotel. Combined with a Hotels.com free night for just over $100, plus a Hotels.com discount, I was able to get a room in the Marriott Downtown for significantly under $100. It was within walking distance of the park, and with the bundle deal that Hotels.com was doing, I also got free parking, which normally costs about another $50. So with that kind of deal, I couldn’t really say no.

I was housed on one of the higher floors of the facility in a room that faced the stadium. It was clearly visible from my room out the window, being a block or so away. The entrance to the room passed a large closet on the left, with the bathroom entrance on the right. The bathroom had a fancy vanity, with stylish mirror lights and a fold-out makeup mirror. The only disappointment in the room was the waterfall shower which didn’t have a tub.

The bedroom further on held two queen beds with nightstands on one wall and a reading chair with table next to the dresser with built-in desk and chair under the gigantic, bottom-lit, flat-screen TV that as on the wall opposite.

I spent a good deal of time in the room and had a lot of room service, and it was an absolute delight, especially with all the pillows from both beds piled high onto one to the point that I had to burrow in to fit myself on the bed.



On Indianapolis Being Nicer Than I Expected

Kurt Vonnegut Mural
Vonnegut Mural

Sunday, September 2, 2018
Indianapolis, IN


Outside the Game:
My original plan for this day was to drive up to Gary, where an independent-league team had a game that evening. It was already going to be a long slog driving up there and then over to Detroit after the game, but a bit of research turned up that Gary is one of the only cities in Indiana that uses Central time instead of Eastern time, which means I would be losing two hours (one to get to the game, and one leaving the game) in addition to the already long drive, and the Sunday afternoon game was also at 6 PM instead of 1 or 2 PM, and that about sealed the deal for me. I'd get them when I was out doing Central time-zone teams.

Despite my nice surrounding, I had a fitful sleep, but I woke up in time for room service to deliver my stacked breakfast sandwich. I showered, finished packing, and then took a short nap to get me right. I checked in for my flight the next day, and then dragged all my stuff downstairs. As I checked out, I asked the attendant if I had to get my car out of the garage immediately, or if I could leave it there after check out. He assured me it wouldn't be a problem, so I packed all my stuff in my car and then walked out to explore Indianapolis proper.

My first stop was going to be the nearby Eiteljorg Museum of Native art, but they weren't opened until noon, so I went next door to the earlier-opening Indiana State Museum. It was a nice facility that had historic and natural history exhibits, with a lot of the later focusing on animals that got trapped and died. The history exhibits were informative to someone like myself who had no idea about Indiana at all, and it didn't shy away from the darker parts of it, including the KKK-affiliated governor they had.

A Sad Past
Oh, right, those guys.

Going through the famous Indianapolis exhibit, I saw David Letterman and Kurt Vonnegut, and then it struck me that they must have a museum to Kurt here. I quick look at the internet later, and there was, in fact, a museum, and it was open today. I changed my itinerary to visit it next, and I stopped at the information booth on the way out to get directions.

The well-meaning older gentleman at the desk informed me that the museum had moved to a new building in the tourist district from its old location just near here. He took me to the gift shop to try and find the phone number for the place, and after far more effort than was probably necessary, we found it. I went outside and called up, and the lady informed me that they were at the original location that I had on my map as the deal to move had fallen through, and I told her I'd see her soon.

Indianapolis had an old commercial canal that they turned into a lovely civic attraction. It ran behind the museums, so I walked along it. There were rental paddleboats splashing around in them, and the canal opened into a big plaza with a fountain. Along the way, I got a picture of a guy and his dog who were doing some macro photography of LEGO minifigs. Well, the guy was; the dog was just hanging out in the shade happy to be there.

A short walk took me to the Kurt Vonnegut Museum and Library is a small storefront museum. It has a small gift shop up front, and then an area dedicated to small exhibits about his life, with a large timeline on the wall, and a room next to it with a gallery of his art. In the back of the museum is a recreation of Vonnegut's library and writing desk, with a working model of the typewriter he used (his actual typewriter from the 70s was in a case in the front of the museum). It was an experience sitting down and typing at the thing, starting, of course, with an "*" and finishing with "So it goes." I spent far too much money at the giftshop on things I didn't need, and then I walked across town to the tourist area to get a picture of the mural of Kurt on the side of one of the buildings.

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I stopped for a late lunch at a trendy "locally sourced" food restaurant, grabbing a smoothie and sandwich that, while overpriced, were still quite good. Then it was a walk back to the Eiteljorg Museum. I managed to enter through the back so I had to walk all the way to the front to enter. The first exhibit was about Westerns, old and new, which was pretty interesting, and had things such as Swearengin’s suit from Deadwood and props from Westworld. I went upstairs to the Native galleries to walk around, and I found a converted cigarette machine called the "Art-O-Mat" that would give you real art for $5. I went down to the front to get change of a $10 and came back up, carefully followed in the instructions, and was rewarded with a small painted tile. Neat.

Art-O-Mat
Art-O-Mat

I bought some things at the gift shop before heading back to my car. I packed up the trunk again and headed out. I was driving on empty at this point, and I had a touch-and-go ride to get to the only gas station on the edge of downtown, but I successfully filled up before my four-hour drive up to Romulus.

The drive itself felt really, really long, but with the exception of a little construction and some congestion, it went as quickly as possible. I got to hotel and stretched after leaving the car to go check in. You know you picked a good hotel at the airport when there are flight crews there, and I had to wait for a couple to check in, so I was feeling good about that. I got my key, went to my room, dumped all my stuff, and decided to take a run out to the airport in the early evening to drop off my car now so I would have to deal with it the next morning. I drove the short distance to the rental car return lot, dropped the car off, and got onto a shuttle back to the airport just as it was leaving. I called the hotel and had to a wait a bit for the hotel shuttle to pick me up, but I was back at the hotel in a relatively short amount of time.

I went back to my room and ordered up some room service steak and desert as I finished packing up for the last time. My food arrived, but it turned out there was a computer problem, so I had to pay in cash. Frankly, it was one less thing to deal with tomorrow morning, so I was fine with it. I ate up and I rewarded myself with a soak in the tub for a while. With everything as settled as it was going to be, I hit the hay for my last time this trip.


The Accommodations:
Delta Hotel
Delta Hotel, Detroit Airport

With all the good experience with Marriott properties so far for this trip, I decided to end up at one more. The new mid-range line of hotels from Marriott are called “Delta,” and I stayed at the Delta at Detroit Airport for my last night. It actually turned out to be literally next door to the Comfort Inn I was at the first night. With all the flight crews checking in, I knew I was at the right hotel.

The room was mid-range upscale. The small bathroom with upscale décor was to the left of the entrance, with fancy vanity, toilet, and tub, and soak I did that evening. The bedroom had a king-sized bed with night tables and a lounge chair on our wall, and a dresser/desk and luggage rack under a large flat-screen TV on the other.

Convenient, clear, quiet, and affordable. It hit all the checkboxes I needed for the stay.



On Getting Back in an Un-Laborious Manner

Detroit International Airport
Detroit International Airport

Monday, September 3, 2018
Jersey City, NJ


Outside the Game: 
I woke up at a reasonable hour, grabbed my stuff, and went down to check out and grab the shuttle. The shuttle took my half-awake self to the airport, and I managed to get dragged out of the security line because I didn't take my GPS out of my bag before sending it through the scanner. That setback aside, it was a nothing morning. I wandered over to get a breakfast platter at a diner at the airport, and then went to wait at the gate.

Surprisingly, there were no delays, and we boarded without incident. I had sprung for a really cheap upgrade to first class, so I was on the plane first and settled in for extra snacks and beverages for the duration of the flight. As usual when I was in first class, I was dozing on and off for most of it but did manage to get at least three drinks and two snacks out of it.

We landed a little early, and I hauled out to the cab stand and had an uneventful drive back to the apartment for an afternoon of laundry and more napping.


The Accommodations:
Jersey City, sweet Jersey City


https://www.flickr.com/photos/baseballoogie/albums/72157700797481074

 2018 Indiana

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Toledo

On Flying to Detroit

Airport
The absolute end of Terminal C
September 1, 2015
Detroit, MI


Outside the Game:
So it goes.

Work was deciding to be complicated again, but because of the good fortune of being between two projects at the moment, I had nearly full coverage already built-in for my vacation, as well as a string of untimely good luck that was riding me through the week.

Things had turned around from two weeks prior when a 60+ hour work week while my boss was on vacation had nearly driven me from my job again. I was quite skeptical about a new project that I was being thrust into like some human band aid to assuage some client where things were turning south. Well, it wasn't all good news. I found out on Monday night that I was being sent to LA to meet said client the week I was coming back. Los Angeles is literally the worst place on the planet, as anyone who has ever talked to me knows. It is the worst place in the world, filled with the worst people in the world, and it should be burned to the ground and let turn fallow into the godless desert that begat it. Laid barren, but not forgotten, no: It should be remembered for all times as the price of human folly and wickedness and a warning of a repeat of the same.

Where was I? Right, baseball. Anyway, outside of the trip, things were going uncharacteristically better at work, and the Tuesday of my departure doubly so. Projects were just flying off my to-do list to ease the burden of those covering for me. Things were getting a little hairy towards the end of the day, but thanks to a late flight, I was able to guilt my way out the door at a reasonable time and make my way out to the airport.

Even the subway cooperated, as an early evening ride up the 1 was only mildly interrupted by waiting for an express to pass, and after a minimal amount of endless wandering I was able to find the NJ Transit trains at Penn Station. A went at a time of a virtual cornucopia of airport connection trains, boarded, and napped contentedly to my destination.

Even security on a Tuesday evening was nothing of a concern, and my only problem was arriving at the airport too early for my flight. I availed myself of a restaurant, had no problems with the credit card machines this time, and had a peasantry overpriced meal, eventually walking around until it was time for my flight.

Surprisingly, demand to go to Detroit on a Tuesday was not high, which might contribute to why the ticket for this flight was so relatively cheap. All things considered, it worked out, as the flight was at most half sold. Boarding was almost simultaneous, as the gate staff rifled through boarding groups, and even though I was a lowly Group 4, I was called within the first three minutes of boarding.

Everyone got on the plane in a relaxed mood, and the only real downside was that I was one of the few single people who had someone next to me, so I was unable to spread out into two seats.

It was also a new plane that I had never been on before. It has full-sized overhead bins, so I didn't have to gate check my bag, and everything was relatively modern and comfortable. All the lights were digital LEDs, the air sprayer was actually effective and cold. It was like moving into early 90s technology, which was a welcome upgrade over most planes I had been flying on.
The flight went without incident, but not without a little nap. We got to the airport a little early and had to wait for our gate, but we were quickly out the doors,  I was off to the rental car to pick up my red Nissan something-or-other, and I was off to semi-coherently check in to my hotel by the airport and crash.


The Accommodations:
Comfort Inn
Comfort Inn

I stayed at the Comfort Inn at the Detroit Airport. I had a tidy room, with a king-sized bed, nightstand, desk and easy chair on one wall, and a long, low dresser under a flat-screen TV and yet another desk on the other wall. The bathroom was just off the entrance, and had a room-length vanity and sink, toilet, and shower.

It was clean, quiet, and away from the flight paths, so it was everything I needed that night.


On Relating to Maxwell Klinger

Fifth Third Field
Fifth Third Field. 2015
Wednesday, September 2, 2015
Louisville Bats (Cincinnati Reds) vs.
Toledo Mud Hens (Detroit Tigers)
Fifth Third Field
International League (AAA)
Toledo, OH
6:30 PM


Outside the Game: 
I got up late and had a lazy morning. I wasn't swapping hotels this night, so I didn't have to do a pack and run. I had a really short drive to Toledo to and from the game, so I took it easy most of the morning, had a leisurely breakfast, and then I went back to the room for a shower and pack up for the day.

The only attraction that really beckoned outside of the ballpark was the Toledo Zoo, which was really a mid-sized zoo and aquarium. I had a pleasant afternoon wandering around and looking at the animals, especially the orangutans--as always--my favorite. They had a really nice ape exhibit as well, so I spent most of my time among my fellow primates, although there were also penguins, but sadly, no puffins. The most indelible memory of the day was some diver in one of the large fish tanks who was cleaning all the coral, and I have to wonder if he was thinking about why he bothered to get a graduate degree in zoology if this would be his job.
After my fill of the zoo, I drove over to the stadium, took my pictures, and picked up my ticket. I went in as soon as the gates opened. Leaving was easy from where I was in the lot, having parked early, and I had a nice, short drive back to my hotel, where I spent the rest of the evening in the tub.


The Stadium & Fans: 
Home to center, Fifth Third Field
Home plate to center field, Fifth Third Field

Bank Fifth Third has gone on a corporate naming spree to put Coca-Cola to shame, as I’ve been to as many parks named for the bank as I have the beverage giant. Perhaps their crowning jewel is Toledo’s Fifth Third Field, an AAA International League park. The park is built right in the middle of downtown streets, and it is the cornerstone of an urban renewal campaign for the area, including a new “Hensville” area of shops and apartments that was still under construction across the street when I was visiting.
The park has got a ton going on even before you enter the gates. All the streets around the park are named for local baseball luminaries (Gene Cook Way, Ned Skelton Way, etc), and the square in the front of the main entrance is named first black players in the major leagues (before the “Gentleman’s Agreement” forced him out), Moses Walker. Toledo’s favorite son and the reason that the Mud Hens are perhaps the second most famous minor-league baseball team, Jamie Farr as Max Klinger in M*A*S*H is prominently featured on a mural. There are a dedication and a memorial plaque on the square, which also had the fan brick walk. The ticket booth is lodged in the brickwork on the side of the main entrance, and the park has a lot of decorative touches around the way, including baseball themed fences and railings and even branded sewer grates. Along the outside outfield wall, which has a barred wall you can look through, there is a statue of “knothole kids” called “Who’s Up?” Gates to get in are at regular intervals around the park and at nearly every cardinal point of the field, including an inexplicable “2nd Base Gate” in center field. The 1st Base Gate has “The Swamp” team store in its small plaza.

All those entrances empty out onto a main promenade that circles the top of the lower deck seating around the entire park. Nearly all the concessions are on the promenade face the field so fans can grab food while watching the game. The lower-deck seating is all accessed by stairways down from the promenade and runs from outfield corner to outfield corner, with a large picnic-table party area running from the right field corner to center field. The upper deck runs from short outfield to short outfield around home plate, with the seats extending down from the upper walkway and a large row of party deck, luxury boxes, and the press box sitting on the top of it. “The Roost” party deck with a wedge row of seating is in the right field corner, and the Muddy’s Marsh play area is behind the batter’s eye in center field.

The outfield wall is a single large tier covered in large ads, except for the blue and black batter’s eye in dead center. The main digital scoreboard with a video board above it rises above left-center field, while a digital video board looms above right-center field. All of this is in front of the Toledo downtown buildings that form the urban backdrop for the park. There are several plaques and dedications around the park, including a statue of kids scrambling after a home run ball in center field (“I Got it!”), the dedication plaque for the stadium, and three retired numbers for players and broadcasters on the facing of the upper deck in left.
Now, hang on to your hats, but the local mascot is Muddy the mud hen. (I actually had to look it up, and it is a real bird. Go figure.) He looks like the Poochy version of Big Bird from Sesame Street to be honest, with his cap carefully askew. In the annoying trend of mascots needing better halves these days, he has a distaff companion Muddonna (get it?). They run the on-field shenanigans along with a human crew. For all the AAA pretenses, it was mostly the minor league standards, with races, contests, and giveaways. They even had a post-game ball toss.

The crowd was a little sparse for this late-season game, but those that were there were into the game itself as much as the between-inning entertainment.


At the Game with Oogie:
Scoring
Late-season scoring

I got in with the opening of the gates, and I did my photography and shopping to get that out of the way. There was a lot to take in at this park, so there was a lot of good walking going on. I eventually settled on a gigantic Polish sausage for dinner before settling into my seat a couple rows back from the home dugout on the first base side. There was no one around me, so I was left to my scoring devices for the game.
… with the exception of the fire. I had seen the faux pub they had on the promenade called "The Hen and the Hound," and was considering eating there. Except the place did burst into flame sometime in the middle innings. There was an alarm that people were trying to identify the source of, then firemen were streaking around the promenade, and then eventually some smoke wafted from the walkway as the fire was put out. No one really panicked in the stadium, and they made a calm PA announcement about it.

It was evidently a kitchen fire that was easily contained, and everyone mostly calmed down once the fire alarm stopped ringing. On the way out, they just closed up the slide wall on the stand, and beside the smell of smoke, you couldn't even tell there had been a fire.

But that was the fire that happened in a stadium while I was in it, so a check mark for Wednesday, I guess.


The Game:
First pitch, Bats vs. Mud Hens
First pitch, Bats vs. Mud Hens

These two AAA teams were way below .500 and playing out the string, and at least the home-team Mud Hens had something to cheer about over the visiting Bats at the end of it.

Both sides went in order in the first, for a scintillating start. Louisville went in order in the second even with a leadoff single, thanks to a double-play. The Mud Hens had a leadoff single that made it to third on an error and then scored on a one-out double, giving them a 1-0 lead. Both sides went in order in the third, with the Bats striking out in order.

Louisville started the fourth with a single, but stranded the runner, while the Mud Hens had a one-out homer to dead center to extend their lead to 2-0. The Bats got one back in the top of the fifth with a leadoff homer to center,  but Toledo got the run back with a one-out single, stolen base, wild pitch, and double to leave it 3-1. Louisville went in order again in the sixth, while the Mud Hens stranded a leadoff single.

The Bats managed to strand a walk and a double in the top of the seventh, while Toledo went in order. Louisville got another man to second in the top of the eighth only to strand them there again, while the Mud Hens worked hard to only score one run. A leadoff double was followed by a single to make it first and third with no outs. A grounder to first led to a double-play that caught the runner at third in a rundown, but a two-out double finally scored a run, giving them a more comfortable 4-1 lead going into the ninth. The Bats only got a one-out walk in the top of ninth, so the Mud Hens walked away with a 4-1 victory.


The Scorecard:
Bats vs. Mud Hens, 09-02-15. Mud Hens win, 4-1.Bats vs. Mud Hens, 09-02-15. Mud Hens win, 4-1.
Bats vs. Mud Hens, 09/02/15. Mud Hens win, 4-1.

The scorecard was a free printout separate from the surprisingly free program. The double-sided sheet came pre-printed with the lineups for both teams, though there was no space for replacements. Each scoring box was empty, with a lot of space, but there were no cumulative stat lines for each player, though there were 12 innings printed. The pitchers were in the upper right hand corner, next to the pre-printed defensive alignments. One side had a box score and pitching stats, with time and attendance under the pitching lines, while the visiting side had the umpires in the same space.

There were a couple of plays of scoring note. In the bottom of the second, there was a pickoff attempt on a batter at first. The first baseman tried to throw over to second to get the advancing runner, but the throw hit the runner and bounced, letting the runner get to third. The strikeout player of the game fanned on his first at bat, winning someone some prize or other. A double in the top of the seventh was really a fly ball that got lost in the lights, and the fiftieth batter of the game struck out, which won some other prize or other. And finally, in the bottom of the eighth, with a man on first and third and no outs, there was your run-of-the-mill DP 3U-2-5t, as the first baseman took the force at first by himself, and then caught the guy at third in a rundown, 2-5t.


The Accommodations:
I was at the Comfort Inn for another night. I could have gotten a place in Toledo, but it was such a short drive that it was worth it to be able to lay my head down in the same place for two nights. Nothing much to report again.



2015 Ohio

Friday, July 5, 2013

Columbus

On Adventures in Travel

Rental car
My rental car, eventually
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
Morgantown, WV


Outside the Game:
Thanks to a stretch of jury duty and some previously approved vacation time, we were short-handed in my department at work, which made for an already hectic short holiday week even more hectic. I had made it clear that come hell or high water, I had to leave at 5 PM in order to make my plane, so most of the day was spent playing defense. It was not looking good for me getting out of there until court let out early, one of my staff was able to come back, and so I was finally able to wrestle everything into place and get out of Dodge.

I changed from my work clothes to my time-off clothes and headed to the subway station with my bags. At the suggestion of a co-worker, I decided to try the run to Newark Freedom Liberty Apple Pie Airport from Penn Station all the way instead of taking the PATH to Newark and then taking a NJ Transit train to the airport. I got to Penn Station easily enough and managed to not have to wait forever and a day for the ticket machines. I did have to wait a bit for the next train that was going to the airport, though, and had the luxury of stewing in one of the overheated rat tunnels of Penn Station for my troubles.

The train eventually got me to the airport stop, but if I had taken the PATH trains, it would have been quicker, as the PATH trains come more frequently than the NJ Transit trains, and there are more NJ Transit trains going to the airport more frequently when leaving from Newark Penn Station. But regardless, I got there with time to spare.

But the monorail would not be as accommodating. It was running on a delay for some reason, so we were packed like sardines when one did come. We got exactly one stop before we were told to get off. There was a train stuck on that track between there and the next stop, so everyone had to get off our train, go across the track, and get on the other train. And everyone on the other side had to get off their train and come over to our track. You couldn't think of a more cumbersome process to get already haggard travels more annoyed. I had to wait for the second train in order to fit on and go the two minutes to the next stop, which, coincidentally, was my terminal.

Once there, the news didn't get any better. While there was inclement weather in the area, my plane had shown no delays when I checked on the NJ Transit train over. Now seeing the big board, it showed that the previous plane to Pittsburgh was delayed and scheduled to leave when my plane was scheduled to leave, although there was no delay on my plane, yet. But it was obvious to be coming.

I got through security and made it to the gate right when boarding was supposed to begin. At that point, we had no crew and no plane, and the gate was actually showing a flight to DC that had been delayed since four in the afternoon. Then another gate crew showed up, and the gate switched to our flight. This back and forth happened at least five times while we were all waiting there, giving most of us trapped travelers on both flights the hope of the two gate crews having a fistfight for our amusement. Sadly, that spectacle did not happen, and we were moved to another gate where they had snuck our plane and crew.

We eventually boarded, but our travel ecstasy was not yet complete. Once we all got on and got ready for take-off, our flight crew informed us that the tower had given them an impossible flight path to Pittsburgh and that they needed to sort this out with them. Frankly, all I wanted to know was what that flight path was, because I was keenly interested in how an impossible flight path was not something they checked for before sending them to the planes.

An hour or so after we boarded and nearly two hours since we were supposed to board originally, we finally got to taxi out to the runway and wait in the weather-lengthened line for departure. The delays, of course, would be longer than the one-hour flight time to Pittsburgh, which we traveled with little incident once we were on our way. Upon touching down, I got my bag from the jetway and went to claim my rental car. I'm sure I probably got swindled on some charge or other at this point, but I didn't care as long as I got my car and could leave.

I settled into my rental car at about 10:45, putting me at my friend's house at a little after midnight. I ignored most traffic laws and good sense and made the run in an hour and fifteen minutes, guided by the soothing tones of my TomTom.


The Accommodations:
At my friend's house, eventually


On Celebrating Independence through Slackery

Thursday, July 4, 2013
Morgantown, WV


Outside the Game:
In a considerably better mood after a good night's sleep, I got some breakfast, and my friend and I spent the day in nerdly pursuits that are likely of little interest to the readership, only taking breaks for lunch and dinner. As it was raining out rather severely, we did not venture out to see what passed for the local fireworks.

The Accommodations:
My friend's spare room again



On a Unique Occurrence

Huntington Park
Huntington Park, 2013
Friday, July 5, 2013
Louisvlle Bats (Cincinnati Reds) vs.
Columbus Clippers (Cleveland Indians)
Huntington Park
International League (AAA)
Columbus, OH
7:15 PM


Outside the Game:
We got up relatively early to drive out the Ohio for the game, got distracted by a video game, and then left in a rush. It being a holiday weekend and there not being any real reason for most people to go from Morgantown to Columbus, we didn't hit much traffic. Our route was up to Washington, PA, and then dead west to Columbus, so we went, in progression, from West Virginia, to Pennsylvania, to West Virginia, to Ohio, thanks to that bit of panhandle in WV.

We stopped for lunch about an hour out of Columbus, got gas, and then drove straight to a mall on the eastern outskirts of Columbus. This mall was closest to Morgantown that happened to have a LEGO store, and my friend has a bit of a problem in that regard. We stopped in so he could make his purchases (with his club discount card, he got a free mini-set for making a purchase above $X), loaded it into the trunk, and continued our way to the hotel. There's a beltway around Columbus that we had to navigate with the help of our loyal TomTom, and a short time later, we were checking into the hotel and sitting around for a bit.

The hotel turned out to be about a five or so minute walk from the field, so we didn't bother with the car to the game. A piddling rain finally stopped as soon as we got within a block of the place. It was a short walk to the venue, where it turns out my friend knew someone who was lined up next door to the stadium to see a concert that evening, and the guy working security at the door was the long-snapper for the WVU football team. It is a small world, after all.

After the game, we walked back to the hotel to dump our game gear and then went for a drink or two at a pub in the arena district. Then we went back and watched Adult Swim until we wanted to go to sleep.


The Stadium & Fans:
Center to home, Huntington Park
Center field to home plate, Huntington Park

Huntington Park was not quite what I expected. It was a well-designed park with clearly a lot of thought put into its construction and a good deal of respect paid to its past. The left field entrance facing the main street has a little plaza with a ticket office and a statue dedicated to former league president Harold Cooper. Along the outfield wall facing the street, the field wall is the structure's wall (similar to AT&T park in San Francisco), with grills in the walls under a covered area where penny-pinching fans can watch the game for free. The home plate entrance is on the other side of the park away from the street and facing an old Buggy Works building.

A promenade walk extends around the stadium from left-center field around to right field. The complete circuit is blocked by the wall abutting the street outside. All along the promenade were displays on the "speed of baseball," which talked about the average times for things in certain positions (to throw to second, to decide to swing on a pitch, etc) that included pictures of great Clippers from the past that did that particular thing well. One seating bowl extends down from the walkway for most of its run. Taking a trick from the majors, a ticketed-only VIP section is located behind home plate, extending up to a special food and bar area on a second floor with an overlook to the field. Luxury boxes on the second level extend out from the VIP area to first and third bases, respectively.

In left field running to center, there is a picnic area near some statuary, a bleachers area, and then a picnic hill. An old re-purposed factory building (AEP Power Pavilion) behind the promenade houses the team store and a Bob Evans on the ground floor, a restaurant on the second floor, and a chicken concession on the top floor (Rooster's on the Roof) that comes with its own section of bleacher seats. The stairway to the top of the building has murals of the various Clippers teams of the past, which include some current and former Yankees stars from the Clippers' long years of affiliation as the minor league franchise of that club. The park, in general, did much to remind everyone of that affiliation. Section 2 was still adorned with a picture of Derek Jeter in his Clippers' uniform, for example.

Out in right field, there is a double-decked "Hamburger Balcony" (sponsored by Wendy's) where you can stand up and watch the game while eating, which is good because right next door, there are some specialty stands, including City Barbecue that is the crown of Huntington Park foodstuffs. That night, they were having live music on the stage right by the stand and $2 pulled pork night, which was extending the lines to major-league proportions.

Even on a holiday weekend, the park was packed with fans, especially in the more expensive VIP section. They stayed for the entire game and were quite into it. It was a fine showing for the people of Columbus. There was a smaller contingent of Bats fans in the crowd who made their presence known on occasion.

Speaking of the holiday weekend, the Clippers uniforms were an ungodly explosion of red, white, and blue that I can only hope was for the holiday. It reminded one unfavorably of the 1984 US Team Olympics uniforms.

Mascots
Mascots and the opening act

The between-inning antics were run by Lou Seal and Krash the parrot. However, this evening was an appearance by the "Zoonatics," guys in inflatable animal costumes with some pun on a sports star's name. For example, there was Harry Canary (who also spouted silly string "beer" from his mouth), Peewee Geese, Centipete Rose... you see where this was going. They mostly came out and danced and fell around, or abused the "umpires," "opposing team members," or "grounds crew" (really members of the entertainment group dressed up as the former).

One other thing worth noting: There was a Taiwanese player on the Clippers named Chun-Hsiu Chen. His music when he came out to bat was "Gangnam Style" by Psy, a Korean singer. If he didn't chose that song himself, that's, like, seriously, seriously racist.


At the Game with Oogie:
Grub
Sacred barbecue

As mentioned, I was with my friend at the game. He went off to eat while I did my normal insanity. I bought tickets back in April, so we had excellent seats a couple rows back from the home dugout.

The lines for the pulled pork stand were rivaling that of Shake Shack at Not Shea because of the $2 offer that night, so I checked with the guy in front of me at what I thought was the end of the line, just in case I was in the wrong place. He confirmed I was where I wanted to be, and we got talking about things while we waiting for our food. He was here with his family, and it was one of his sons' birthdays. I eventually got introduced to the whole family as they visited him in line. They all seemed less impressed about my exploits than their father was. Such is life.

The only other interaction of note was some drunk guys behind us. They apparently heard my friend and I talking for most of the game, and in one of the later innings, one of them asked if we were baseball scouts. My friend explained that scouts don't sit here; they sit behind home plate. The drunk guy explained he was making a joke, and my friend told him that was nice. Drunk people -- hilarious in their own minds.


The Game:
First pitch, Bats vs. Clippers
First pitch, Bats vs. Clippers

Here's a phrase you nearly never hear in baseball: "And then he pitched a perfect game after the grand slam." There are many reasons one doesn't hear this, but the circumstances around it are interesting to say the least.

The Clippers versus the Bats wasn't set up to be one for the ages. The two International League teams both had losing records coming into the game, so you might expect some punchless baseball on the horizon. The game started with the Bats going in order, fitting the expectations to a "T." But after an initial ground-out, the Clippers got three back-to-back singles. With runners on first and second and one out, the third single was laced to right, and the runner on second tried to score, but he was cut down at the plate by the right fielder. A strike-out ended the inning, so perhaps "hapless" was still in play for the game.

A leadoff walk in the top of the second moved over on a ground-out, but looked to be stranded after a weak pop-out to the catcher. But the next batter fired a double to left to score the run, before a pop-out ended the half with the score 1-0, Bats. And then... Well. Okay. The Clippers opened the second with a double to deep center. The next batter laid down a sacrifice bunt to third that was good enough to get him to first safely, making it first and third with no outs. The next batter hit a grounder to the shortstop, who decided to cut the runner off at home. He prevented the run, but everyone was safe with no outs. The number nine hitter scorched a liner to center, where only an amazing catch saved a clearing of the bases, but it was good enough for a sacrifice fly to tie up the game and leave it first and second with one out. A grounder to second erased the runner from first, but moved everyone up. The runner at first took second on a steal without even a throw from home, and a single from the next batter brought both runners in. A double moved it to second and third with two outs, and a walk loaded the bases. The DH then murdered a pitch to left for a grand slam, and also marked a batting around of the order. The next batter flied to center, but not before 10 batters came to the plate, and seven of them scored, making it 7-1, Clippers.

And then the offenses seemed to get tired. Everyone went in order until the top of the fifth, where the Bats lead off with a hit batsman and scattered in a single to no effect. Everyone went in order until the top of the seventh. A one-out walk to the Bats chased the Clipper's starter, and a single made it interesting, but the Bats could ultimately get no one across that inning, either. The Clippers, again, went in order.

The Bats finally got something going in the top of the eighth. A leadoff error on the first baseman got a man on base. A one-out single made it first and second, and then another single scored the lead runner and made it first and third with only one out. A sacrifice fly brought in the run from third, but a strikeout ended the threat, with the a score a slightly more respectable 7-3, Clippers.

As we started with, it is worth noting that after giving up the grand slam, the Bats' pitcher did not allow a baserunner until the bottom of the eighth. That was 5.3 perfect innings in a game that I have no idea why he was still in. The manager wasn't warming anyone up, so probably from one of those earliest trips to the mound, the skipper made it clear that the starter was going to have to get out of this mess himself. Finally, in the bottom of the eighth, he walked the leadoff batter. He then got the next two easily before walking another and ultimately getting chased from the game. Everyone gave him a round of applause. It was certainly one of the gutsiest performances I'd ever seen from a pitcher. The reliever got the final pop-out, and the inning was over.

The Clippers' closer gave up a two-out double in the top of the ninth before a grounder to short ended it, 7-3 Clippers.

Corky Miller
Corky Goddamn Miller

The player of the game, for me at least, was the Bat's catcher, Corky Miller, a big slab of beef of a man with a gunslinger mustache. He was a 36 year-old journeyman player who apparently had a series of cups of coffee in the majors, playing out his stretch in AAA. Not only was it reassuring to see someone in my age bracket still playing ball, but such a throwback player as this guy who all but screamed "70's catcher." Corky went 2-4, with 1/3rd of the Bats hits for the game.


The Scorecard:
Bats vs. Clippers, 07-05-13. Clippers win, 7-3.
Bats vs. Clippers, 07/05/13. Clippers win, 7-3. 

Unlike many minor-league parks, the program was not a free give-away, but a $2 purchase from vendors in the stadium. It was worth the money, though, in a pamphlet-sized program with good-quality magazine paper and a high-weight paper scorecard in the centerfold. It was a little unnecessarily cramped with ads, but it did give full pitcher lines as well as players, with room for replacements. There was only nine lines for position players, but in a league with a DH, it wasn't that big a deal.

As described above, there were some oddities with this game, with the Clippers batting around in the second, and then having all of two baserunners for the rest of the game. There were two defensive indifferences on the basepaths, which was quite rare in my experience. I scored one of the few grand slams I've seen in person, but outside of the overall oddity of the game, the plays itself were fairly straightforward.

For the curious, the final line for the Bats' starter was 7.6 IP, 8 hits, 7 ER, 3 BB, and 5 SO. Erase that second inning, and you have yourselves quite a ballgame.


The Accommodations:
Courtyard Marriot
Courtyard Marriot

For our one-day stay-over,  I found a downtown Columbus hotel close to the park. As it turns out, the park is in the "arena district" downtown. There were a couple of options, but I got a good enough deal at the Courtyard Marriot downtown on a big room with two double beds that would suit our purpose.

We didn't get into the hotel until mid-afternoon, so we checked in with no trouble. I wasn't sure if we were going to have to use the car to get to the game or not, so I used the valet service for the rental car, which would allow us to retrieve it whenever we liked for no additional cost. We didn't turn out to need it, but it was nice to have anyway.

Our room was on the first floor, which is the first time I'd been on the first floor in a hotel in a long time. Our room was nice enough, with the two big beds on one wall, the Tv and dressers on another, and a desk next to the dressers. The bathroom was one with an outside sink and vanity and the toilet and shower in an interior room.

We didn't spend all that much time in it, but it turned out that my friend's bed was completely lop-sided, and the room's hair drier caught fire and smoked out when we plugged it in the next morning, so I wouldn't exactly recommend the place to visitors to Columbus.



On Driving and Other Things

Saturday, July 6, 2013
Morgantown, WV


Outside the Game:
After a good night's sleep, we checked out and headed back on the road. The drive back was fine, and the only thing of note was stopping for lunch.

Once back at the house, we spent the afternoon in nerdly pursuits until the evening. That evening, I went to print out my boarding pass for the flight the next day and found that they had screwed up and erased my seat assignment. I called them up and was told the wait was 3 minutes. An hour later, I hung up and decided to try again the next morning, because I was tired and wanted to sleep.


The Accommodations:
The guest room at my friend's house, one last time.



On Dealing with Travel

Airport
Paragons of Pittsburgh
Sunday, July 7, 2013
Hoboken, NJ


Outside the Game:
This was going to be my travel day back home. Since I stayed on hold so long last night with no result, I had to get up a little early to call the airline again with my friend's cell and wait another half hour until I got a human being and, finally, a seat assignment. I dallied with the thought of going back to bed, but my friend was up and building his LEGO Treebeard and re-watching this season of the Venture Brothers, so I decided to just have breakfast and watch with him.

It was eventually time to go, so I set off for Pittsburgh airport. There was nothing much to the drive up. I returned my car at the rental car garage and got through security and took the tram to the terminal. I had about an hour until boarding, so I decided to have as nice a lunch as possible. I went to a TGI Fridays, which was all that came close, but then waited at my table for over ten minutes being passed by by waitresses in a not-too-busy restaurant, so I got up and went to Quiznos to get a sub. I made my visit to the Mr. Rodgers' exhibit, and it was eventually around time to board.

I went to my gate, and there was a plane with a crew inside, but we weren't boarding. There was one haggard-looking guy manning the counter, and he didn't seem to be making any move to get ready to board the plane. A half hour passed, and it suddenly dawned on him that, as the plane was scheduled to take off now, it might be a good idea to board the thing. He got two people into the boarding process before he looked flabbergasted at the equipment and had a passenger wait to the side. A whole section boarded before the machine beeped in a way he didn't like, and then he abandoned his post completely to come back with some sixteen year-old. He left the sixteen year-old to board the plane while he walked away. Apparently, the kid could do this better than he did, as the rest of the plane (at least up to me) boarded before he got back.

Down the ramp, we were greeted by a flock of people heading back up the jetway because Captain Competent hadn't given them the gate-check tags for their carry-on luggage. Eventually, we closed up and took off, despite that guy's best efforts.

The flight was another hour puddle-hop, but we got put in a circling pattern around Newark, and we were hitting some serious chop in our small plane, so it was a glorious experience of getting tossed around for a good fifteen minutes while Newark sorted their stuff out. We eventually landed, and I got my bag and met my father for a ride home and an evening of extreme laundry.


The Accommodations:
Sweet Home Hoboken



2013 Stand-Alone Trip