Fort Wayne

On Fleeing & Meeting the Future

My Nissan rental car

Thursday, August 30, 2018
Romulus, MI


Outside the Game:
Work went from being at a relative downturn to 60-hour weeks working on two consecutive pitches in a heartbeat. A crazy prospective client literally gave us a day for a second pitch and wanted it presented the Tuesday after Labor Day in their offices in California, so it was a big sprint to the finish, except that we weren't finished by a long shot, and I wasn't giving up this trip I had planned months ago.

I eventually got everything to the point where it would go on without me or it would crash and burn, and frankly I didn't care either way. I did my bit. If management wanted this to happen, management could make it happen.

I could only get tickets on the late flight out, so I had a leisurely trip to the airport. I originally thought that I had to travel out of La Guardia, but I remembered that at the last minute, I had found a way to leave form Newark, so I was back to my old devices of travelling up to NY Penn Station to get a NJ Transit train to the airport.

I called my parents while I was waiting for the train, and then piled on and managed to grab a seat by the window. I was trying not to, but the release of the stress from the week had me napping for most of the trip, waking just in time to get off and grab the monorail over to the terminal.

I looked at my upgrade options, and since I had all the time in the world, I just decided to get the extra legroom seat, which would give me some space to stash my rucksack if things went wrong with the overheads. As it stood, there were no lines at security, and I was through in no time at all. I wandered over to the Italian restaurant to get some dinner, which was achieved despite having the slowest waiter in history.

This left me with a bunch of time to wander around before my flight was anywhere near boarding. One of things that I saw was United's new boarding scheme. They were in the middle of converting all the boarding gates in Newark to be--I don't know--some kind of lounges, with tables and seats and rechargers everywhere. There were also modal boarding lines. I think the goal was to get people to "relax," then get boarding groups 1 and 2 on first, and then space out the cattle call. It didn't seem to work much, as people itching to just get on the plane and be done with it were hanging out at the entrance to lines as they always were waiting for their boarding numbers to be called.

My flight boarded on time, and as we weren't in a "converted" boarding area, it was the normal line-up to get in. I was able to get on, grab a small space in one of the overhead bins for my ruck sack, and then sink down into my seat with my baseball bag. Boarding went on for a while, but one of the last few people on were a Japanese couple, who I imagine had standby seats. One of them sat in the row ahead of me, and one sat next to me. I asked the gentleman if they were together, and they were, so I told him I'd switch seats with his girlfriend so they could sit together. I had to wait a bit for the crowd to get to their seats, but we were able to switch seats, and they thanked me again.

Except that it almost came to bite me in the ass. There was a United stewardess looking for a jump seat, and the person up front told them that my new seat was unoccupied. As nightmares of being dragged bloody from the plane swam in front of my eyes, they found her actual seat, and that particular crisis was averted.

After the potential drama, the flight went without incident. I was dumped out into the rapidly ending bit of Thursday and found my way to the shuttles to pick up my rental car at Hertz. I was at the start of a line that was getting longer by the second as the people got off the shuttle bus, but I was quickly moved over to a "virtual assistant," where signs assured everyone that you would be speaking to a human.

There was a line of kiosks with phones and scanners built in. I was hooked up to a gentleman in an indeterminate centralized location who walked me through my rental. I had to hold some documents up to the camera and scan a few others, but in about five minutes, I was done and out the door to claim my rental car, so score one for technology.

I walked out to my designated area, and I picked out a grey Nissan Versa. After taking a minute or two to figure out how it worked, I had put my hotel in my talkie direction box and was off. Unfortunately, even though I had just updated my GPS' maps before leaving on the trip, it had the wrong layout for the airport roads. I got lost for a little bit, and then just did my trick of getting on a main road driving away, and the GPS finally got its act together and dropped me off at my hotel for the evening. I was able to check in and go to my room and collapse for the remainder of the evening.


The Accommodations:

Comfort Inn, Detroit Airport

I got a reasonable room at the Comfort Inn at the Detroit airport. It was a nice middling hotel, and my room was slightly above average. The bathroom was right off the entrance, with a room-long vanity with sink, and a toilet and tub. The bedroom had a dresser, TV, and desk on one side of the room, and two queen beds on the other. All the pillows were quickly deposited on one bed for maximum pillow fortage.

Outside of the AC not being on when I got the room, and thus having to wait for it to cool down, it was exactly what I needed for this evening.

On History & the Present

Parkview Field, 2018

Friday, August 31, 2018
Lake County Captains (Cleveland Indians) vs.
Fort Wayne TinCaps (San Diego Padres)
Parkview Field
Midwest League (A)
Fort Wayne, IN
7:05 PM


Outside the Game:
Whether from the naps earlier, or the travel, or whatever other reason, I did not sleep well that evening. I woke up groggy and went down to grab some breakfast before the service ended. While I was zombie-walking through gathering up some breakfast, I overheard some woman praising the eggs to the hotel person who was putting them out. Call me jaded, but I couldn't possibly imagine what would be so good about hotel buffet eggs. The hotel cook took the compliment graciously, but I just slouched over to a table to eat.

I had my eggs last, but damned if they weren't excellent. It marked the first time in history that I went back for seconds of buffet eggs. We live in an age of miracles.

The eggs weren't quite enough to make up for the lost sleep, so I trudged back up to my room and took a nap. Feeling a little better about this second wake-up, I took a shower and packed up and finished my planning for the evening. I called to get tickets for the game that evening, but I was told they only had standing room only. I always have been able to sneak in as a single, but they swore that was not the case. So, I got a standing room seat waiting for me, and then, as a precaution, called up Indianapolis to get my ticket for the next night. They, too, said they were sold out of regular seats, but when I told them I was a solo, I got a numbered seat with no problem.

All that was left was the drive. It was a middling three hours, but the gods were with my tailwind, and I hit no traffic or accidents on the way down. My first stop wasn't Fort Wayne, but about a half hour west in place called Pierceton. The town is a hotbed of antiques shops, but my goal was a reproductions shop named "Jas. Townsend & Son."

Jas. Townsend & Son

I first found out about this store while on Boing Boing of all places. They posted a video of a recipe for 18th-century macaroni and cheese. While looking into the comments on the video, most of the people were already familiar with the store, which had this 18th-century food channel attached to it. I went to the site, and it was all 18th-century trade goods and items for re-enactors. Most re-enactors make their own stuff or have informal, local commerce, but this was the first place I saw as general ecommerce for re-enactors and the like. I went on a spending spree for all the neat stuff, and I had ordered a couple times since them from the store. In planning the trip into Indiana, it struck a bell, and I realized the physical store for this company was right outside of Fort Wayne, so I made my plans around visiting it as well.

After three hours, I pulled up and parked a little down the block. As I came in, on a Friday afternoon before a holiday weekend, there was no one out front, so I just started poking around the storefront. Eventually, one of the shopkeepers (and people from the catalog and videos) came out. I explained what brought me here, and he was excited I came. He took me in the back and showed me around the place. I met some people who worked there. The only real disappointment was that the head honcho and lead in most of their videos was off that day.

He told me that the business was largely split in thirds. One third came from re-enactors, one third came from museums and historical sites to clothe personnel or dress locations, and a third came from Hollywood. That last one surprised me, but it made sense, as he explained that it was cheaper for movies to buy period outfits for background characters from them than it was to have Union seamstresses make the costumes.

He asked why I was in the area, and I told him about the trip. I gave him one of my cards when he asked, and he told me that they really loved their team over in Fort Wayne. What little resistance I had left was gone, so I started grabbing stuff of the shelves. I got a pretty big order put together, and I had to ship most of it back to myself through them, except for a number of small items that I could fit in my bag.

And I was on my way again. A little over a half-hour later, I was at my hotel for the day. I had splurged a little and gotten a high-end residency hotel for a night. I checked in, bought a bunch of cookable food in their pantry store, and made my way up to my room, which was huge. The one issue was that my AC wouldn't turn on. I called down to the front, and the guy who checked me in said it probably needed to be reset and he'd be up.

I unpacked and made myself some White Castle burgers and a bratwurst in the microwave for a late lunch while I waited. Having finished eating, I didn't have my visit yet, and called downstairs again. He apologized and came right up, hit a switch, and I was ready for my nap.

Home-cooked room service

I set my tablet alarm and then dozed off. I awoke slowly, and then I immediately went into panic mode, as my alarm had not gone off, or it went off and I snoozed it immediately, or something. I woke in a bit of a tizzy, but I still had plenty of time to get to the park. I finished getting dressed, grabbed my game bag, and was out the door for the short drive to the stadium. I got there just as it was opening up, and I went straight to the ticket booth to see if there really wasn't a single seat somewhere left. As always, it turned out there was, and I upgraded by ticket for $5, went off to do my circuit of the outside for pictures, and then went in.

After the game, I ditched out before the fireworks started, but I had a bit of a problem. I forget where I parked. I had remembered some details, but the parking lot always looks different at night in the dark. I had parked by a couple of easily identifiable markers, but I couldn't find them in the dark. I couldn't even sonar the car, as I didn't think I had a remote unlock thing on my key (more on that tomorrow). I eventually asked an attendant about the landmarks I used, and he informed me I was a lot over from where I needed to be, and lo and behold, I was able to find my car in the next lot over, as well as all my landmarks. So, there's that.

Once I found the car, I was right back out again and to my hotel in no time. I had some more pantry food to buy, so I was talking to the attendant at the counter who had checked me in and reset the AC in my room before. He talked about how popular the team was locally. I don't know how we got on the subject, but he told me about a local bar that had a 25-cent beer night every month. I explained how that would end civilization as we knew it if they tried that in New York, but it seemed to go over okay without any fatalities in the great city of Fort Wayne.

I bought a cup of noodles and a Gatorade and went up to my room. I boiled some water and nuked the complementary microwave popcorn that came with my room to have an impromptu second dinner of pot noodles, popcorn, and Gatorade as I finished up my scorecard. I've had worse nights.


The Stadium & Fans: 

Home plate to center field, Parkview Field

Fort Wayne is awful proud of Parkview Field. The program is happy to tell you how it is one of the biggest sports draws in all of Indiana, as well as being the top single A minor-league draw that additionally outdraws most AA and a good portion of AAA teams in the country. It is easily the nicest single A park I've ever been to and is definitely on the cusp of AAA-quality.

The park is in the middle of the city, with sidewalk going all around it. The main entrance is at a plaza behind home plate, with a brick arch way around the entrance, ticket window, and store. Two other entrances are in left field and in center by the "North Gate," where they stash the inflatable mascot. That area was under construction development, so something or other else was going to be right by that entrance in the future.

All the entrances lead out to a main, wide promenade that runs the complete distance around the park. The main seating area extends down from the walkway all around the park, and the main grandstand with regular seats extends from base to base around home plate. A second level hovers over the lower deck, holding the luxury suites and press box, while giving shade to the lower deck. The Huntington College picnic pavilion, with a section of tabled seating under a bar, sits in the right field corner, and the Toyota Field Boxes is a similar area in the left field corner. Xfinity has a "Home Run Porch" section of seats in the left-center corner, and there are two picnic hills in left- and right-center field. In dead center is the exclusive 400 Club and the Summit, a restaurant and seating area worked into the batters' eye, much as with the steakhouse at New Yankee Stadium.

There are several "concourse suites" worked into the top of the seating bowls on the promenades, and a section of seats called the "Treetops" on top of the event center in the right field corner. The center-field entrance has an entire park by it, named for Robert E Meyers, complete with a fountain, pavilion, and an art installation (including a warning sign not to touch the metal structure when it has been out in the sun, lest you get burned). The Orchard team store (along with a "To the Majors" memorial), as well as all the concessions, are on the promenade facing the field so fans can gas up while still watching the game. The home batting cage is built into the promenade so fans can watch, and a championship flag flies inside. In fact, each section of seating has a local baseball luminary on it, some with larger plaques about the person or organization. Another championship banner is on the ground's crew door in the outfield wall.

Of special note was a LEGO wall on the left field promenade with a big tub of bricks that people can use to make things, as well as a resident master builder who was showing off some of his technical LEGO creations. I'm not sure what Fort Wayne's connection with LEGO is, but they are all over the place.

The main scoreboard was a giant digital board about the events center in right-center field, and the outfield wall is a single tier of large, local ads. The backdrop of the park is downtown skyline for Fort Wayne, as well as some condo development that runs the length of left field.

Johnny TinCap is the home mascot, obviously evoking Johnny Appleseed with the tin cap on his cartoonish human head. He helps run all the events on-field, which were a welcome change from the average. At the minimum, they put a local spin on things (such as the Bobby Knight Musical Chairs) and local innovations on contests (such as LEGO mini-fig build-off). The grounds crew even gets into the act with a dance number when they are dragging the field in the seventh inning.

Mascot Johnny

This was a sell-out crowd and the last home game of the year, with the TinCaps being one game out of first place with three to go. The fans were really into the game (some a little too into it, but I'm ahead of myself). But you can really tell when a fandom cares about their team when they have their own derogatory nickname for them. In this case, it is "Potheads," which got thrown around a lot when they were squandering opportunities on the field.


At the Game with Oogie:

Chicken sandwich and souvenir soda

I got in as the stadium was opened and did my walking around, picture taking, and shopping. It was a big and fancy park for single A, which they were inordinately proud of. After doing my bit, I grabbed a chicken sandwich and souvenir soda--about what I could stomach in the heat--and then got a drink or two to last me for the game.

My last-chance ticket put in me one of the last rows in the bottom section in the season ticket area by first base. Right next to me were a single guy (who was really into the ballgame), and a couple (who really weren't), and everyone else around me were families, including one kid behind me with a cough who kept coughing on the back on my neck.

There was another family a couple rows ahead of me with a dad in a Dodgers t-shirt. Later into the game, he got drunk and rowdy, and started cursing up a storm when the TinCaps blew another opportunity. He was talked to by several men around him, and then a stadium attendant came down and talked to him as well. He stayed quiet for the remainder of the game. Make your own Dodger's joke here.


The Game:

First pitch, Captains vs. TinCaps

This very late-season matchup found the TinCaps just a game out of first place and basically needing to win out to get a playoff spot, so this game against the visiting Captains meant a whole lot for their playoff chances.

But the Captains were playing spoiler early, as a single, double, and two other singles got them to an early 3-0 lead. Fort Wayne just has a single in their half of the inning. Things kept going in the second with Lake County getting another run on two walks and a single, making it 4-0, and the TinCaps went in order. The top of the third had the Captains go in order for the first time, and the bottom of the frame had some life for the home team. Two singles got brought home by a triple, who himself made it home on a wild pitch to close it to 4-3 at the end of three.

The fourth saw Lake County erase a walk by a snap throw from the catcher, while the TinCaps only had a single in the bottom of the inning. Things slowed, as the Captains and Fort Wayne had solo singles in their parts of the fifth, but Lake County got another run in the top of the sixth on a solo homer to left to extend their lead to 5-3, and the TinCaps went in order in the bottom of the frame.

The uneventful seventh had the Captains strand a single on third after two errors, while Fort Wayne erased a one-out single on a double play with the next batter. Lake County went in order in the top of the eighth, and the TinCaps squandered three singles that loaded the bases with one out by two straight strikeouts, ending the threat and the inning. The Captains only had a walk in the top of the ninth, but the TinCaps made one last run at a comeback. A leadoff double was followed by a single to make it first and third with no outs. But a double play got a run in, yet still kill the momentum, and a groundout ended the game 5-4 Captains, further dimming the playoff hopes for the TinCaps.


The Scorecard:

 Captains vs. TinCaps, 08/31/18. Captains win, 5-4.

The scorecard was part of a free, newsprint, mini-tabloid program given out at the gates. The scorecard is the centerfold of the program, taking up about 80% of the space, with a header and some unobtrusive ads filling the rest. There were player lines with some extra lines for replacements, and each batting line ended with cumulative stats, and each inning column ending in runs/hits.

The pitching lines were on the bottom right of each team's card, and the top of the scorecard had an additional section to the left of the pitching line for total game statistics. The scoring boxes were small, but without pre-printed diamonds, they were adequate. The newsprint was sturdier than normal, so there was no tearing, even with pencil.

The strikeout batter of the game finally whiffed in his last at bat in the ninth, and one other play of note was in the top of the seventh, where an infield single prompted an attempt at a 4-6-3 putout that was thrown into the dugout by the shortstop, prompting a note. A further throwing error by the pitcher that inning got the runner to third. There was a balk in the bottom of the third that advanced two runners who would both score. But outside of the that, the scoring was straightforward. Two players earned the golden sombrero sketch.

However, the story of the night was my new scoring pencil. While driving around earlier in August, I caught a pre-game broadcast for a Yankees’ game, and I nearly crashed when I heard them read a promo for "the official scoring pencil of the NY Yankees." When I got home, I looked it up online, and yes, in fact a boutique pencil shop in NY had bought a real sponsorship for the Yankees to be the official scoring pencil, and they were selling a "baseball scorekeeping" pack of pencils on their Website. So, of course, I bought two sets.

The Future, Soon

The pencils in the pack were hand-picked for being able to leave a dark mark but erase easily, and they included a lot of pencils made for scantron testing. I made a trip out to their NY store one afternoon to see what else they had, and I potentially found my Holy Grail: They had a Swiss editing pencil that was black lead on one end and red lead on the other, an actual manufactured version of the two-headed pencil I had been rubber-banding together for nearly a decade now. This was the pencil I tried out this evening, and it was wonderful. Outside of having to have a separate eraser at the ready for corrections and mistakes (two points, no eraser), it was everything that I had wanted.


The Accommodations:

Candlewood Suites

As mentioned, I splurged on the Candlewood Suites just north of downtown. With the exception of having to wait for my air conditioning unit to be reset, it was a flawless stay. The attendant told me that a lot of companies put up their long-term traveling employees in the place, and a woman that I saw when I checked in had been there for several months now. They even had rental appliances for such things as slow cookers.

My room was a spacious suite, with the bathroom just off the entrance to my left. It had a big tub (used welcomingly), toilet, and a large vanity counter. Just across from the bathroom was the kitchen, with full-sized refrigerator, sink, dishwasher, hot plates, and microwave oven. A semi-circular dining/work table extended from the end of the kitchen. Beyond that was the bedroom, with two queen beds that got all of the pillows piled onto one. An easy chair was across from a dresser with a flat-screen TV on top.

I used the kitchen for two meals (a late lunch and late second dinner), both stocked from the pantry store in the lobby. I was also prepared for breakfast the next day.

Great stay; worth the price.

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2018 Indiana

Eastlake

On One Over the Minimum

Classic Field, 2014

Sunday, August 31, 2014

Dayton Dragons (Cincinnati Reds) vs.
Lake County Captains (Cleveland Indians)
Classic Field
Midwest League (A)
Eastlake, OH
1:35 PM


Outside the Game:
I had another semi-lazy morning in another nice hotel. I knew I was going to have a long ride ahead of me later that afternoon and had showered and fully packed up the night before, so I stayed in bed for a good while before getting up. As I didn't spring for the breakfast voucher, I was on my own for food, so that wasn't a concern. However, the rain overnight and the threatening clouds that remaining in the morning certainly were.

I had to be at the park less than an hour away no later than noon, and my checkout was at 11 AM. So, I eventually dragged myself out of bed and got dressed around 10:30 AM. I packed up my car and drove around to the front desk to check out, but I was unable to find anyone at the front desk to check me out. Eventually, someone called over from the cafe and told me just to leave my key on one of the desks. And so I did and was off.

I pulled into the drive-through of the McDonald's next door to the hotel and got two Egg McMuffins to eat on the ride north. After a quick stop-off to prepare the sandwiches for in-car consumption, I was off on the road north. The directions were fairly easy in that I pretty much had to stay on this road until I nearly reached Lake Erie. If I hit water, I had gone too far.

The drive up was uneventful and short, and at a little after 11:30 AM, I was at the park. I quick drive-around eventually found a parking entrance. It seemed like it was at the back of the stadium. I asked the attendant if there was some place I could park to pick up my tickets. He told me that I could use this entrance, so I asked him if I could leave the lot and return, since I was looking to drive a little after I got my ticket. This confirmed, I paid him, drove around to the other side of the stadium, and parked. I walked and picked up my will calls at the booth and then walked around the park to do my regular picture routine.

In course of my photography, I ran into the parking attendant again. We got to talking about what I was doing and why. We talked about my trips, and the site, and what there was to see at the park. He told me that the game was a lock as he was wearing his lucky pirate glasses, which were undefeated for the year. And eventually I was on my way.

As I made my way to the other side of the park near the ticket office again, the other parking attendant saw me taking pictures and asked if I was the baseball blog guy. Apparently, the first attendant had radioed him and let me know I was coming. So I spent some more time talking to him about things, as sporadic early season ticket-holders arrived at the park. Eventually, he got a cell phone call from his wife that he had to take, and I went off to finish my picture run.

One of my topics of conversation with the two gentlemen was where to see the lake. I was under a mile away at this point, and since I came this far, I might as well see it. They both said to head down the main drag in town that was next to the park until I hit water. There was a big industrial chimney that was to be my destination. About 11:50 AM, I went to my car, pulled out, and headed north. When the road ended in a T intersection, my first decision was to pull into a side residential street, but this proved fruitless as the local property owners made it illegal to park on their streets, and there were no good vantage points. I went back out to the T road and drove for a bit in one direction. Most of the properties next to the lake were closed off, and, running short on time, I drove down the dead-end entrance to a large apartment complex, jumped out of my car, stood on a dumpster at the end of the road, and took a picture or two of what I could see through the trees. I then headed back to the park.

At a little after noon, I pulled back into the VIP lot, got my parking pass ripped officially, and parked again, this time closer to my original exit, which I was told would get me to the roads connecting to 80 faster. I got in the short line at the entrance, and the team mascot, Skipper (a Sesame-Street green monster type thing) was already outside the gate and entertaining the waiting fans, paying special attention to the kids in the group.

It was here that I got a bit of a shock, as Skipper was wearing a yarmulke on his head. This was unmistakable. I started wondering the worst about this big-nosed monster mascot being portrayed as Jewish, but I discovered later that this was just part of Jewish Day festivities at the game, and not some bizarre anti-Semitic enclave in northern Ohio.

The doors eventually opened shortly thereafter, and as I entered, I got my ticket ripped by the Captain himself, an older gentleman in nautical attire.

On the way out of the park, the parking attendants were handing out things to and directing the traffic of the leaving fans, and I said a final goodbye. And off I went.

If everything went right, I was about seven hours from home. With the weather questionable, and who knew how much construction or traffic looming, I was content getting home before 1 AM. If everything went right, departing at 4 PM would get me home at 11 PM.

There was a bit of going on back roads and state highways for about a half hour or so, but I eventually got dumped onto an X80 extension, which put me on 80, and from there on, it was a matter of not getting off the road. 80 became a toll turnpike in Ohio, so I got nabbed for $2.25 driving East, over double my $1 Delaware Memorial Gap bridge total for the ride out. Once I got into Pennsylvania, there were a number of construction lane closures that I experienced on the second day of driving after my blow-out, but the traffic kept moving.

After the construction, I didn't even have to slow down once. It was just keeping my wounded car on the road and heading east in as sensible a speed as I could manage. And that's all it was. Around 9 PM, I was running low on gas and high on hunger, so after a couple of false starts, I pulled off at an exit with hop off gas and food. I hit the McDonald's drive through (although I didn't even realize it at the time, it was the first time I had McDonald's for multiple meals on the same day in probably a decade) and then got some gas, as a local in a pickup truck made a truly awful attempt to flirt with the gas station employee trying to collect the garbage can liners. (Let's just say it involved him talking about wiping his ass and leave it at that.)

I was back on the road in under ten minutes, and from there on, it was just a matter of not getting too tired. The food certainly helped and gave me some extra attention, and the drive itself was uneventful. I pulled into Hoboken a little after 11:00 PM, and I was parked and dragging my stuff back to my apartment by 11:20 PM.

My apartment was pleasantly empty, and all I had the energy to do was dump all my stuff at the top of my stairs, proceed to the bedroom, and crash out for about eight hours.


The Stadium & Fans: 

Home plate to center field, Classic Park

“Classic Park” is perhaps one of the most generic things you could name a ballpark, but there you are. It also features a faux brick façade that extends around the park, housing the two entrances (home plate and 3rd base), as well as the team store and the admin offices, and clubhouses for the team. The main parking lot is across the highway from the park (along with unaffiliated “Captain’s Club” sports bar), and a large pedestrian walkway spans the distance to the park.

Both entrances are up a flight of stairs from ground level, and empty out onto the minor-league standard promenade that runs around the entire park. All the seating on the grandstand is reached from stairways down form the promenade, the only exception being the bleachers in left field, located on top of the walkway. The grandstand runs from just beyond the bases behind home plate, with a second level above them holding party decks, luxury suites, and the press box behind home plate. All of the concessions are located on the promenade, mostly in the main grandstand. There is a picnic hill in left field, right field, and center field, all topped by a row of oversized beach chairs. The main digital board is stacked atop the digital scoreboard in right-center, both above a one-tier outfield wall covered in local ads and backed by trees behind the wall. Left field ends in the Castaway’s Bar, and the kid’s area, while a tented party area is in right field. There’s dedication and memorial plaques on the outside of the park, as well as a “Captains to the Major” plaque wall and a Youth Sports Wall of Champions.

Skipper surfs

Generic baseball monster with baseball nose Skipper is the mascot de jour at the park. In addition, there is an older human dressed up like the titular “Captain.” Both were there from the opening of the front gates onward, hanging out with the crowd before the game and participating in the on-field games between innings. It is hard to gauge exactly how the mid-innings festivities usually go down, because in addition to some garden-variety races and contests, it was Jewish Heritage Day at the park, so most of the entertainment was Jewish related, including singing, dancing, and playing the shofar. Additionally, the miniature lighthouse in center lights up and explodes whenever the home team hits a home run. Even with the threatening weather, there was a decent crowd that filled about half the park up. While they definitely were into the non-game activities, they did pay attention to the on-field action as well.


At the Game with Oogie: 

Ohio scoring

I made the purchase for the seat for this game the morning before along with my ticket for Akron. After a bit of confusion, I was able to secure my ticket behind the home first-base dugout. At the park, it was a little sparse on the season-ticket section of the park, but there was a large extended family in front of me. The several children were trying quite intently to get a ball or a free t-shirt, but they disappeared for innings at a time, no doubt taking in the other entertainments the park had on offer.

The FDA does not recommend internal ingestion of "The Barge"

As for food, I had grabbed some McDonald's for breakfast, and I was pretty hungry by the time I got into the park. As with everything else at Classic Park, the food stands were nautically named. I settled on a stand on the first-base line with "The Barge," which was a foot-long kielbasa sausage with sauerkraut. I went from "hungry" to "full" rather quickly, to the point that I didn't think about food again until after 9 PM that night.


The Game: 

First pitch, Dragons vs. Captains

This was my first game in the A-level Mid-West League, with the playoff-bound Captains facing off against the playing-out-the-string, intra-state rival Dragons. And the game played out about as you'd expect, only more so, especially with top-prospect Lugo going for the Captains.

The Dragons did start off with a leadoff single in the first, but he was erased on an inning-ending double-play after a strikeout. The Captains wasted no time. A leadoff single was followed by a grounder to short that got the lead runner and a failed base-stealing attempt erased the trailing baseman. But a walk and a line-drive over the right-field wall put the Captains up early, 2-0.

The Dragons again got a leadoff single, and he was again erased on a one-out double-play to end the inning. The Captains only managed a one-out single in the bottom of the second, erased in their own inning-ending double play.

And that was pretty much it for the Dragons. They went in order until the ninth inning, where a one-out single without a double-play to clean it up meant that Lake County pitchers only faced one over the minimum, though surrendering three hits.

In the bottom of the third, the Captains hit back-to-back solo homers to raise their lead to 4-0. In the fourth, a one-out single and walk was followed by another homer to deep center to make it 7-0. In the fifth, a leadoff double moved over on a one-out single. He came home on the next batter's double-play ball, marking the first run not scored on a homer. A two-out double and single followed, and yet another homer left the yard in center, making it 11-0.

Lake County went in order in the sixth, but in the seventh, they were back to it. A one-out single was followed by a double and a walk to load the bases. A sacrifice fly to right brought a run in, but that was it, cranking the score to 12-0. The Captains only had a two-out walk in the eighth but cruised to a 12-0 shutout victory.


The Scorecard: 

Dragons vs. Captains, 08/31/14. Captains win, 12-0.

The tabloid program was a free hand-out at the gate, but there is no scorecard to be found. One must avail oneself of the guest relations desk to get a free roster sheet and scorecard pamphlet. It was on regular paper with reasonable amount of space for scoring and the bottom quarter of the layout taken up by poorly photocopied scoring instructions that are nearly impossible to read.

The story of the game was nearly seeing the minimum batters come to the plate for the Dragons. It is probably even rarer for this not to happen for an imperfect game, as you need caught stealings, double plays, or interferences to erase baserunners once on the base paths. This unlikely arrangement stayed in play until the top of the ninth, when the Captain's closer let a one-out single go, and then struck out the next batter, erasing the possibility of a double-play. It was a little disappointing, to be honest. I doubt anyone noticed or cared besides myself, however.

Given the lack of anything on the Dragons side, there was not much out of the ordinary scoring-wise except for the five homers. There were a number of little notes, such as the home "Ice Cream Batter" (who went 0-4), the opposing "beer batter" (who struck out, resulting in half-priced beer for an inning), and two play notes, one of a fly ball to right in the bottom of the fifth that resulted in a collision that required a trainer's visit to resolve and a foul ball off a batter's foot in the bottom of the sixth that required a trainer visit before the batter would pop out to short.


The Accommodations: 
Hoboken, before the break of September

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