Showing posts with label Tampa Bay FL. Show all posts
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Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Tampa Bay

On an Inadequate Tribute to a Man (In That Man's Opinion)

George M. Steinbrenner Field
Geroge M. Steinbrenner Field, 2015
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
George M. Steinbrenner Field
Grapefruit League (Spring Training)
Tampa Bay, FL
7:05 PM


Outside the Game:
For the first time the entire trip, I had a completely leisurely morning with which to work, as I would be attending a night game for the first and last time. I didn't even have a long travel to the stadium, and there were no social commitments to bind me.

I stayed in bed much longer than normal, and eventually, I went downstairs to be mobbed by the dogs. I had found that Dodger had torn apart a box between the time the rest of the household left and I awakened, and Loki had nearly escaped her cage. I let all the dogs out to do their business while I grabbed some water and enjoyed the morning. As soon as I seemed to be not paying enough attention, Dodger would jump into my lap out of nowhere out, derp-face in full effect, out of fear I may be thinking about petting another dog.

Eventually, I went upstairs to gather my belongings. I made sure all the dogs were secure, said goodbye to the dogs, and headed out my car. A morbid thought struck me as I was driving away. Statistically, I wouldn't see Josie ever again. Given the time differential of my trips and fact that she was already 15 didn't bode well for the math. This made me a little depressed on my drive to the zoo, and it is also why I can't have nice things.

The last time I blew through Tampa, I had visited their aquarium, but with my one free afternoon, I was going to take in the Lowry Park Zoo, which happened to be relatively close to the field as well. I parked up at about ten o'clock and paid my way in. It was a lot larger than I was expecting, so I just grabbed a map, picked a direction, and got going. I nearly immediately saw that they had those wax vacuum-mold animals kiosks, so I knew I would eventually be walking out with at least one of them.

I spent quite a relaxing morning and early afternoon going about the park. Most of the rides (including a log flume and small roller coaster) were included in the admission. I had planned to go on the log flume later, but sometime between the first time I passed it and "later," it had broken down with mechanical troubles, so that probably worked out for the best.
I saw all the exhibits and got some lunch, and it pretty much had expended all the time I needed. I went into the gift shop to get presents for everyone at work who had covered for me these last two weeks, and then I found a shaded porch swing area in the Australian section and may or may not have taken a nap.

It was eventually time to go, to I went out to the car, stowed everything not baseball-related, and headed out to the stadium.

It turned out that Steinbrenner Field was right next to a community college and the Tampa Bay Buccaneers football stadium. A couple of turns got me to the VIP parking entrance. I had gotten these tickets from my accountant, who had Spring Training season tickets every year for himself and to share with clients. He asked me every year if I wanted any, and this year, I took him up on the offer. These VIP tickets got me early entrance to the stadium, as well as the special parking.

I had to take a long and winding road to the special lot, and it took four people in vests to get me to my eventual resting place. I grabbed my gear and headed out about a half hour before the gates were to open for season tickets.

After the game, I had an hour or so drive ahead of me, assuming no traffic. I got out to my car easily enough, and the VIP parking really did let me slip out the door as quickly as possible, and I was off and heading east.

Although it was well beyond my more recent bedtimes, I managed to make it to the hotel with no incidents. A friendly Indian man checked me in, and I was off to slumber after setting everything up for the next day's drive.


The Stadium & Fans:
Home to center, George M. Steinbrenner Field
Home plate to center field, George M. Steinbrenner Field

George M. Steinbrenner Field, on 1 Steinbrenner Drive, in the Steinbrenner Sports Complex, perhaps unsurprisingly has a giant statue of George M. Steinbrenner at the entrance. As a monument to a monumental ego, it perhaps pales to locales such as the giant pyramid in downtown Taipei to former Taiwan dictator Chiang Kai-shek, but only on a matter of scale. George is inescapable around the park, which perhaps is well enough for a man whose pathological need to win helped revive the Yankees dynasty in the late 70s and 90s. No doubt he would think that the place didn’t feature himself enough.
Steinbrenner Field has been around for a couple of decades, so while it is stately, it doesn’t quite match up with newer “palace parks” in the Grapefruit League, which would probably cause The Boss to tear down this stadium and re-start the same way he did in a deep blasphemy to the original Yankee Stadium. The park lies diagonally across from the Tampa Bay Buccaneers NFL stadium, and down the street from the main training complex. A couple of practice fields are on the grounds, but they are only accessible by people with special tickets, in proper Yankees fashion. In addition to the giant King George statue, there is also a mini Monument Park, with just player numbers and descriptive plaques as opposed to the real deal up north, and a 9/11 monument has been added to the proceedings after that tragedy. A team store, the ticket booths, and the executive offices all also have entrances on the outside of the park. Outside of VIP parking by the stadium, the main parking lot is across the main road next to the facility, with a skybridge allowing plebeians to reach the park. The entire park is surrounded by Tampa sidewalks, and the back of the scoreboard and batter’s eye has a giant Yankees mural facing the street.

All the entrances to the park are up stairways from street level. The main entrance is by home plate, and there is an additional entrance in right field where the bridge over from the parking lot connects. It is a familiar Spring Training layout, with an outer, wide promenade running around the park from left field to right field, connecting to a smaller seating area walkway at the outfields and via regularly spaced ramps around the park. That grandstand walkway separates the box seats by the field from the regular seating area further back.

What sets Steinbrenner Field apart is that it is the last vestige in the world of what the original Yankee Stadium looked like. The backing behind the home plate seats evokes the old gray façade of the original stadium (now holding the press box and the luxury boxes in the spring park), and the seats in the old stadium style appear to be in two levels, with a version of the old bunting running along the sun shade that runs over the seating areas from first base to third base. This imagery and colors of the old stadium ends rather abruptly when you turn away from the home plate area and look out on the field. Outside of a giant digital board in left center with the Yankees bunting, it is all Florida Spring training park, looking out onto a treeline and endless, flat, blue skies. A long digital scoreboard is in the left field corner, the batter’s eye is in dead center, and a Walgreen’s picnic seating area is in the right-center corner.

All the concessions, play areas, and memorials are in the outer promenade. Most of the concessions and team stores are adorned with the famous Yankee stadium bunting, and a small play area by home plate is near all the stadium dedications and memorials. Multiple team stores are located around the promenade, in keeping with the Yankees’ capitalist core beliefs.

The Yankees continue to have limited between-inning entertainment, even in Spring Training--except for the demeaning YMCA dance for the Southern grounds crew. Yankees Spring Training tickets remain one of the hardest to come by in the Grapefruit League, and while the crowd is there to try and grab easier autographs than you’ll get up north, they are also there to watch the game.


At the Game with Oogie:
Grub
Hot dog and souvenir soda

While I was walking around the park before going in and taking my regular photos, I was pounding the pavement behind center field. I heard something pass behind me, and quickly turning around, I saw a ball fly by, bounce once, and then end up out in the four-lane road behind the stadium. A pristine batting practice ball.

Now, there was a lot of traffic on the road--a lot of traffic. It was kind of amazing that the ball wasn't hit and deflected at all, but it just stayed out there. So I waited. Eventually, there was a red light on the road, and I had until the turning traffic starting coming down the street to run out and grab the ball and make it back.
It took a bit of running, but I did it, now with my new prize in hand, only slightly worse for wear. I finished my walk around and photos and headed to the main entrance.

In addition to the snazzy parking space, my season ticket got me in a half hour early for some extra time to walk around before the plebs came in. I did my tour of the place, took my pictures, bought my souvenirs, and then got down to some food. I grabbed the hot dog and souvenir soda to start with, and then grabbed an Italian sub at one of the unique concessions that the stadium housed.

My ticket was a couple of rows back just behind first base, and it was easily the closest I had ever been to Yankees players. A-Rod and Mark Teixeira were warming up right by the bag, so it was the closest I'd get to either of them for sure, and it was a nice way to watch the game.

Except for the fans. I was mostly in a season ticket area, so it was mostly snowbirds or permanent resident Yankees fans, but there was a group of college-aged kids a couple of rows behind me. One of the guys thought it was funny to make fun of A-Rod--which, to be fair, it is--but he kept it up nearly constantly for the entire game until he was pulled for a replacement. It made for kind of a tedious experience, especially when interspersed with Yankees fans trying to get him to shut up.

At least it reminded me of home.


The Game: 
First pitch, Blue Jays vs. Yankees
First pitch, Blue Jays vs. Yankees

This meaningless Grapefruit League matchup had the visiting Toronto Blue Jays facing off against the New York Yankees at the pagan temple to George Steinbrenner. The relatively quick game would feature a great deal of pitchers and end with sadness for the home team.

Toronto went in order in the first, while the Yankees only had a two-out double. The Blue Jays started the second with a single, and then after two outs, a double and another single got in two runs, for an early 2-0 lead. New York struck back in the bottom of the inning with a one-out walk driven in by two more singles to cut the lead in half to 2-1. Toronto kept scoring in the top of the third with a leadoff triple that came in on a ground out to put the lead to 3-1, while the Yankees went in order.

The Blue Jays just had a two-out double in the top of the fourth, while New York further cut into the lead with a leadoff homer to center, making the score 3-2. Toronto manufactured another run in the top of the fifth with a leadoff single, a stolen base, an error on the stolen base, and a ground out, to extend the lead to 4-2. The Yankees went in order. The Blue Jays stranded a double and a walk in the sixth, while New York went in order again.

Toronto went in order in the top of the seventh despite a leadoff single thanks to a double play, while the Yankees stranded a single and a walk on the basepaths in the bottom of the frame. The Blue Jays went in order in the top of the eighth, but New York threatened with a one-out walk and double to make it second and third, but two more quick outs ended the potential runs on the bases. Toronto similarly threatened in the top on the ninth with a single and an error followed by an interference call to make it second and third with one out, but an infield grounder and a fly to left ended the opportunity. In their last licks, the Yankees tried to start a two-out rally with a triple, but a strikeout left him out there, with the Blue Jays securing their pointless 4-2 win.


The Scorecard:
Blue Jays vs. Yankees, 03-17-15. Blue Jays "win," 4-2.
Blue Jays vs. Yankees, 03/17/15. Blue Jays "win," 4-2.

The scorecard was part of the $6, full-color magazine program. Instead of in the traditional centerfold, it was about 3/4ths of the way into the program on one page, with the backing page including scoring instructions. It was largely a reprint of the major-league scorecard, with the visiting team on top, the home team on the bottom, and the pitching lines next to each other in the middle. Each batting line had a space for a replacement, and there were batter totals at the end of the line and inning totals at the bottom of each column. Each scoring square had a pre-printed diamond, but there was room enough to score, if a little cramped. The semi-gloss paper was okay for regular pencil and a little difficult with colored pencil.

There were a few plays of note. In the bottom of the first was one of the first overshift plays I saw in person (on Teixeira), and I recorded the out 4o-3 (and again in the bottom of the sixth). There was a caught stealing 7-2 in the top of the second as a runner tired to score from first on a long single to left. The top of the third featured a CS 1-3-6 on a pickoff rundown, but the best was the top of the ninth. After a single, there was a grounder to the replacement second baseman that was booted, and then he interfered with the runner going to second, recording one of the first player interferences I had to record, as an INT-4.

Speaking of replacements, every single player for the Yankees and all but two of the Blue Jays were swapped out starting the in fifth, though mostly in the sixth and seventh. Due to a subsequent replacement by the Blue Jays, I had to use letter footnotes to record another pinch runner in the ninth. Also of note was the eight pitchers by the Yankees. Everyone except starter Sabathia got one inning, while Sabathia had two.


The Accommodations:
Budget Inn
Budget Inn

I was staying in a stop-off at the Budget Inn in Lake Wales, putting some distance in towards my return to the parents’ condo the next day. I was looking for a cheap, clean place to sleep, and this was pretty much it. I was a little nervous about this locale given how it looked on the outside, but the inside of the room was extensive and clean. One side of the room had a giant king-sized bed and nightstand, while the other had a dresser, with a flat-screen TV mounted above it. The bathroom was small but tidy. It was pretty much exactly what I needed that night, so it all worked out.

And perhaps most importantly, it didn’t have someone waking up at the crack of dawn to go play golf.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Tampa Bay

An Introduction

July 4th means baseball. This was the year I was looking to wrap up all the remaining stadiums, which unfortunately left no convenient geographic areas to hit. I had a bunch of spares to pick up, and I just had to pick a direction, and hope the best, although I did manage to plot a course that at least made some sort of sense, at least until I started jumping between the Midwest and East Coast towards the end.


On Never, Ever Leaving on Time

Humid
It was a little humid when I arrived.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Tampa Bay, FL


Outside the Game:
My flight out to Florida got moved up an hour and a half, so I had to leave work early the day I headed out on my trip. While this sounds like a good thing, it actually made me work longer on Thursday night and get in early on Friday to make sure that all my work was shored up to the point that I would be able to leave without them contacting me the next day. I had already worked 43 hours for the week by the end of the Thursday, so coming in early Friday morning was just about enough to put me over the edge.

But at 4 PM, away I went. There was a minor amount of traffic, but the problems didn't really start until I got to the airport. The first inkling that my flight out for this trip was going to be like all the others was the fact that I could not check in at one of the kiosks. I waited on the Delta line, then got told to go to the Northwest line, and then the woman at that counter went to talk to somebody in back. For those of you who don't travel much, that is never a good sign. But despite all that, I was able to get my boarding pass, get through security, and get to the gate all before the plane started boarding. It was not without casualties, however. A rainstorm on the way to work had me take my umbrella I had packed, and on the way to being shuttled from one line to the other by a nameless string of functionaries, I managed to leave my umbrella someplace. Since I was heading for sunny Florida, it wouldn't be that big of a deal, right?

My dad, who traveled a great deal in his youth on business, always told me you need three things to get out on a flight: a plane, a crew, and a runway. Although it seems deceptively simple, there's a ton of truth to the platitude, as 90% of delays are caused by either a plane not making a connection, a flight crew not being there, or losing your runway takeoff slot due to any number of issues. This night, we had a plane, a crew, and a runway slot.

Then, the thunderstorms started. Within visual distance of Not Shea stadium, I watched as it turned to not-visual distance of Not Shea stadium. Because it was thunderstorms and not just rain, all the ground crew got pulled from the tarmac, so we didn't get fully fueled. We pulled back from the gate about on time, but the rain had caused a slight delay in the airspace used by three NY-area airports, and we became the 43rd in line to take off. How long is it for 43 planes to take off in front of you in bad weather conditions? About two and half hours on the tarmac, now that you ask. Our pilot was about as cool with the situation as can be expected, but even with his influence, there were people just on the cutting edge of rioting by the time we eventually took off. The flight, though bumpy in places, continued without incident, touching down about three hours or so late. In-flight entertainment was provided by a young, pretty Eurotrash couple to my left that kept using their electronic devices even when threatened with fine and removal from the plane, and the passive-aggressive couple sitting next to me complaining about them, especially the apparently racist wife who went back to the stewards several times to tattle on the Eurotrash.


The Accommodations:
DoubleTree Tampa Bay
DoubleTree Tampa Bay

As with my last trip, I staggered out to get my rental car, drove to the nearby DoubleTree hotel (though, thankfully assisted by the dulcet, calming, British directions of the TomTom this time) and crashed with just enough time to get some late room service sent up to my room. The room was very well appointed, with a deck overlooking the pool.

I thought it might be a nice idea to go out on the deck to have my dinner, but the thick condensation on the glass deck door should have been a warning. Upon opening the sliding door, I was blinded by my glasses completely steaming over and nearly took a header off the rail. I quickly retreated inside and ate my dinner right by the newly appreciated air conditioner.



On A New Perspective

Tropicana Field
Tropicana Field, 2009
Saturday, June 27th, 2009
Florida Marlins vs. Tampa Bay Rays
Tropicana Field
Major League Baseball, Interleague
Tampa Bay, FL
7:05 PM


Outside the Game:
I had all day to kill before the brief ride out to the Tropicana Field for the game. I had no real agenda for the day and decided to see where fate took me. Fate arrived in the form of torrential tropical showers that covered the area slightly after I finished breakfast. I bought a replacement umbrella and was inspired to go to the aquarium, located on one of the endless bays that dot the area. My new umbrella got quite a workout very quickly, as the parking lots for the aquarium are an inexplicable distance away from the aquarium proper. When the sun game out, it was a scorching wasteland of asphalt. In the rain, it was needlessly long and sloggy -- unless they were attempting to make the area outside the aquarium into an aquarium itself, in which case they have succeeded mightily.

Rain
It never rains in Florida.

I used a kiosk that everyone else seemed to be ignoring to buy a ticket without waiting at the ticket booth line and retreated ironically into the aquarium to get dry. It was a very kid-friendly facility, geared to families. There was the de regur touching pool and Finding Nemo-inspired exhibits, as well as areas on coastal mangrove ecosystems, the ever-present devil rays, and a quite interesting exhibit on the history of home aquariums. The "big window" display they had was better than most, and an odd touch were rocking chairs by the exhibits for you to sit in to view them. Quite relaxing, really.

Fish wall
Fish wall

I grabbed some lunch (next to the surreally inexplicable "NYPD Pizza" place -- I wasn't aware they were licensing) and then when the weather cleared up, I went onto the USS Liberty, an active WWII-era Liberty ship docked next to the aquarium. For those not up on your merchant marine history, the Liberty ships were the most rugged transport vessels produced during WWII, as opposed to the Victory ships, which were mass-produced tin cans used to move cargo as fast as possible. The USS Liberty was still an active vessel, so the crew were all Coast Guard personnel, and they were every anal about signing in and out of the ship. Touring the ship was quite involving, but easily the highlight was a Navy advisory from the 50s on what to do in the event of a nuclear attack on Tampa Bay. (Answer: keep hosing off the decks to clear fallout and run away from the port and any other ships as fast as possible.)

After this, it was time to head over to the stadium, which was a short drive away, though over a throughway across the bay at water level that made for some odd driving experiences. A concert after the game insured that exiting and returning back to the hotel was similarly speedy, though the disconcerting travel at water level was even more so at night.


At The Game With Oogie:
Ray tank
The ray tank is real.

As this was the first game of the trip, I splurged on box seats right behind home plate. This seat was in the midst of season ticket holders, and, as a single seat, was the only one in the immediate area that had different occupants from game to game. This placed me in the midst of some of the die hards of the die hards. I got there very early, but when the first two people in my row showed up, and the married couple both pulled out score cards, I knew I was in the right place.

Everyone knew each other, and the section was full up by game time. The regulars immediately took interest in the interloper, and they said that the person who usually ends up in my seat were good baseball fans, so I apparently met muster. I've got to say that this was just about one of the best times I've ever had at a game, which is why the crowd is more than half the experience wherever you go to game. One man in particular reminded me a lot of my late uncle, from the goofy demeanor and slipshod appearance, to the odd cadence of his conversation that worked out perfectly so he would get his sentence in right before he turned back to look at the pitch. It was all-around a good time.


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

I had actually been to Tropicana Field once before, during my last trip to Disney World, before I had even envisioned my current baseball endeavor. Despite literally sitting one row in front of George Steinbrenner during my last visit, I was completely underwhelmed by the experience. Even though we were in the nice seats, it had all the charm of watching a ballgame in the Javits Center. At its best, the experience seemed antiseptic. But this was back when they were the Devil Rays, and the team played some pathetic baseball, and, to be fair, I was pretty loaded when I went to that game.

The Rays recently undertook a large remodeling effort on the stadium, and the effects showed. No longer looking and feeling like a convention center, the downstairs area, if anything, resembled a comic book explosion of color, with games and activities everywhere. (Well, at least in the main downstairs concourse. It looks like the renovations didn't extend to the top level, which was just as drab and bunker-y as before.) The fact that it was 80's night, with most of the employees dressed up in technicolor and neon paraphernalia everywhere certainly also contributed to the primary color rainbow effect. There was also a "gritty, urban" section covered in graffiti and garbage that turned out to be a batting cage representing the Rays enemies where you can win prizes for hitting garbage can lids adorned with other AL East teams. As part of what seems to be a growing trend of "alumni events" across major league ballparks, Andre Dawson was downstairs signing autographs. (He'd also throw out the first pitch.)

You can get very close up to the players before the game to get autographs. But perhaps you can get a little too close to places, as it was amazing the stuff they just left lying around.

One of the other big revamped attractions was the Ted Williams Museum and Hitting Hall of Fame. It is a separate entity from the Rays, but it is housed in the stadium and is free with admission. The downstairs was mostly about Ted, and it had some neat things (such as one of his lockers from Boston), and some not-so-neat things (such as a statue made of his famous fishing photo). The second level is mostly about the best hitters in the history of baseball world-wide and some more stuff about Ted. It was well worth the look and a bargain at twice the price.

There are also actual rays in a tank in center field where you can line up to go in and touch and feed them for $4. I just looked.

As may be indicative of their surging fortunes, the stadium was largely filled with enthusiastic fans. This was the case the last time I went, but Tropicana Field was then filled with enthusiastic fans of the visiting team, the Yankees. (As this was an interleague game against their intrastate rivals, the Marlins, there was in fact a minor contingent of Marlins fans concentrated along the third base side.)

A majestic national anthem exhibition with a bald eagle flying around the stadium during the music quickly became slightly less majestic as it decided it was done with this crap and landed on the awning of the center field bar and refused to move. The annoyed officials eventually led the chagrined handlers out onto the roof in the back to quietly retrieve the bird.


The Game:
First pitch
First pitch, Marlins vs. Rays

The Rays were trying to get back in the race for the AL East, and the Marlins, by virtue of playing mediocre ball while the rest of the division was having a "who can lose the most games" race, were making their way into the NL East race. To rub salt in the wound, former Mets ace prospect Kazmir was starting for the Rays. Regardless, the Marlins jumped out to an early lead, with a manufactured run and a dinger, but by virtue of a homerun and three straight hits, the Rays tied in up in the bottom of the fifth. Both pitchers settled in, holding each other scoreless. But in the bottom of the ninth, a single, stolen base, and passed ball led to a walk-off sacrifice fly that sent the stadium into conniptions of joy.

I was told by fellow fans about a couple of interesting statistics regarding the game. The Rays were undefeated on Concert Nights (Pat Benetar would be providing a free concert after the game), and the Rays ended the game just one home run shy of being the first team in history to go 100/100 on home runs and stolen bases before the All Star break (the combination of power and speed is a rare combination in baseball).


The Scorecard:
Marlins vs. Rays, 06-27-09. Rays win, 3-2.
Marlins vs. Rays, 06/27/09. Rays win, 3-2.

The scorecard was part of a free program given out when you entered the stadium. It was booklet-size on good paper with more than enough room for an AL Game.


The Accommodations:
I was at the airport DoubleTree again. I went down to their breakfast buffet and had just about the largest breakfast I can remember: sausage, biscuits, oatmeal, grits, cereal... it goes on. I was apparently pretty hungry.

After the game, I just came back and crashed because of my early flight the next day.


2009 The Rest