Showing posts with label Tampa Bay Rays. Show all posts
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Thursday, March 19, 2015

Port Charlotte

On the Frustrations of Car Travel

Port Charlotte Stadium
Port Charlotte Stadium, 2015
Thursday, March 19, 2015
Port Charlotte Stadium
Grapefruit League
Port Charlotte, FL
1:05 PM


Outside the Game:
I woke up on the ass end of the morning and was on the road by 6:30 AM. It was a three-hour drive to Port Charlotte from my parents' condo, and given that it was a weekday, I had to take into account traffic. Given how much this stadium had been talked up in the last few days, I wanted to make sure I had time to see it and not run into the jetBlue Park situation of something such as park tours going on sale for exactly fifteen minutes, or some such.

I was out into the sunless morning, and a little while later, I had myself out onto the Sawgrass Parkway that crossed the state, trying to keep myself awake and interested for the next 2.5 hours. This was helped along by adrenaline, as the Everglades route was heavily covered in a deep fog that went from moderate to no visibility, seemingly at random. It made for an interesting trip until the blinding, rising sun eventually burned off the fog as I started to head north in earnest.

Fog aside, I made good time and didn't run into issues driving. I got to the park just as it opened, and subsequently parked pretty far up in the lot. I had to pick up my ticket at Will Call and did so successfully. I walked around to see what I could see and take some pictures. I found that the Major League practice fields were off-limits, but the guy at the gate told me to go around the other side through the Harley Davidson lot (which was selling cheaper parking than the official lot, as well), and I could see the minor league fields.

Taking the walk over, there was a small group of fans who filtered through to the minor league fields. I kept on the other side of the street and eventually found two balls that had been clobbered out of the minor league parks to the other side of the road.

I eventually got back and went in line by the (shaded) first base gate with two groups of Twins fans. We and the main gate minder talked about the weather back home and such while we waiting the last fifteen minutes until the gate opened. The older couple were looking to get in as soon as possible to claim one of the tables in center field, and they got in first and shuffled their way out there. (I would eventually see that they did, in fact, get a prime seat to watch the game.)

On the way out, there was a bit of congestion, and that would be a theme for the rest of my evening. All of the lots emptied out on to the same exit road, so it was slow going, and once you got out of the park, it was a bit of a sizable ride back to the main highways. Given the time and south Florida's love of stoplights on state roads, it took me at least a half hour to get back out to the highway.

The highway itself was fine, but I was headed to Fort Myers for the evening at a hotel that was away from the each, for obvious reasons. But the roads to get there had Maryland-style frustration lights every quarter mile, and a simple ten-mile drive took the better part of a half hour. What should have been a grand total of just under an hour took me more than an hour and a half.

I did eventually get checked in at the hotel, got set up for the next day, and then went out to Cracker Barrel for dinner, because I always seem to do so at least once on these trips. Back at the hotel after dinner, I pretty much lazed around a tried to avoid going to sleep too early, given my proclivities for the last few days.

It turned out that the abbreviation for the hotel was the WiFi user name, which just so happened to be nearly identical to the name of my most pain-in-the-ass client. This, plus the drive over, had my Spider Sense tingling.

Given that the next night was going to be in the heart of the Mouse, I figured I shouldn't have too much trouble finding a room. What I didn't count on is that I apparently picked the very minute that Hotels.com revamped their listings to find a place. I picked a hotel right down the street from the park, but when I went to finalize the reservation, it kept throwing an error. Doing as I was told, I called their 800 number. The nice lady on the phone told me the room wasn't available in her system.

This was a cause of consternation for me. The only hotels she saw were either extremely more expensive or much further away. She was trying to help when she said she was getting an update on her system. It eventually showed the hotel I was looking at for about $50 more than was in the app. So apparently, they update the mobile and Website info before they update their call center, which seems a recipe for disaster. I was finally able to make the reservation on my app at the original price (which saved me trying to email a screenshot of the app price to customer service), but it was a half hour I would have rather spent doing just about anything else.


The Stadium & Fans:
Home to center, Port Charlotte Stadium
Home plate to center field, Port Charlotte Stadium


Charlotte Sports Park is one of the newer "destination" parks in the Grapefruit League, just down the road from the team’s big-league home in Tampa Bay. Miami is slightly closer, but they are easily the second-closest Spring Training park to the top-level team in Florida. They seem pretty proud of it, as many signs tout the fact that they were named the best Grapefruit League park a year or so ago. And that may be true a year or so ago, but the more reason parks clearly surpass it.

The park itself is raised up on a hill from the surrounding parking lot, with walkways leading up to small stairways to the three entrances to the park at home plate, first base, and third base. There's a walkway connecting all the entrances, and beyond the first base entrance is the entrance to the practice fields, but apparently as the players also use that gatew as an entrance, you can't get to the practice fields that way. If you walk down the street, you can get around to the practice fields that way, but it isn't particularly fan friendly. The team store and the ticket booth are right by the main home plate entrance.

All the entrances down out onto the main promenade that encircles the entire park. There is a large plaza right by the entrance at home plate that houses the two-story team store and a bandstand. Regular ramps lead from the outer promenade into a smaller walkway in the seating bowl that splits the upper area from the box seats by the field. All the concessions and other services are on the outer promenade, and the outfield walkway is actually called the "Baseball Boardwalk," a planked walkway that runs from right field to left field behind center field.

The main grandstand runs from first base to third base behind home plate, with a shade covering every area except home plate, where the press box sits at the top of the seats. Picnic hills run from the bases top the outfield corners on both sides. Center field has a long-low building in right field that hosts luxury boxes, and all along the Baseball Boardwalk are first-come, first served tables and bar seats looking out over the field, and tiki bar rests in left field right next to the digital scoreboard in left-center. The single-level outfield wall is covered in local ads and looks out onto trees and endless Florida sky. All around the promenade are Tampa Bay historical moments, as well as smaller plaques celebrating the "firsts" at the park. Championship pennants are on the luxury boxes in right, and The Kids Clubhouse play area is on the promenade towards right field for the kiddies.
Both the major and minor-league mascots, Raymond and Stoney, make their appearances before, during, and after the game. The Rays have more than average non-baseball activates in the Grapefruit League, from pre-game interviews, to a standard fare of minor league contests, races, and give-aways. Even for a Thursday game, the Rays managed to get a pretty decent crowd for the game (even if a lot of them seemed to be fans of the visiting Twins), but they did seem to be there more for the spectacle than the game itself.


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

I had picked seats way-back-when in the second row of the upper section behind first base. I was kicking myself at this point that I didn't go higher up to get under the cover of the awning, but as it turned out, only the first row of the home upper section was in the sun, so I was in blessed shade for the entire game.

I got a regular "jumbo" hot dog as I went in, and managed to break a 50/50 computer by my presence. (The printer stopped working, and I had to come by later to pick up my ticket, which had eventually printed. I didn't win.)

I was spotted as working press by one of the guys at a concessions stand. He gave me a bunch of useful advice about the place that panned out, so that was nice.
Sitting with me was a group of older couples to my left, a small family to my right, and more older couples in front of me. Outside off taking a picture of a husband and wife behind me (at his request after seeing my camera), I didn't have a whole of interaction with the people around me, which helped me concentrate on my scorecard, at least.


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

This meaningless Grapefruit League contest pitted the Minnesota Twins against the home-team Tampa Bay Rays, and for whatever it was worth, the home fans went home happy.

The contest started off slow, with both sides going in order in the first. The second was the scoring frame, as the Twins jumped out to a two-run lead on the back of two singles and a double, but Tampa Bay got one back in the bottom of the inning with a leadoff single, another single, and a ground-out to third, leaving it 2-1 after two. Minnesota went in order in the top of the third despite a single thanks to a double-play, while the Rays only had a ground-rule double to show for the bottom of the inning.

The Twins threatened in the top of the fourth with back-to-back singles to start the inning, but an infield fly pop-up and a double play ended the half with no runs across. Tamps Bay was more productive in their half, with a two-out walk followed by a homer to left to make it 3-2. Minnesota went in order in the fifth, while the Rays stranded a two-out double and a single in the bottom of the frame. The Twins went in order again the sixth, but Tampa Bay manufactured another run with a leadoff single and two walks to load the bases, and then a sacrifice fly to bring the run in to extend the lead to 4-2.

Minnesota went in order again in the seventh, and the Rays only had a walk in the bottom of the inning, immediately erased trying to steal second. Both sides went in order in the eighth, while the Twins only managed a one-out walk in the top of the ninth before two more quick outs ended the game with the Rays 4-2 victory, for whatever it is worth, which is nothing.


The Scorecard:
Twins vs. Rays, 03-19-15. Rays"win," 4-2.Twins vs. Rays, 03-19-15. Rays"win," 4-2.
Twins vs. Rays, 03/19/15. Rays"win," 4-2.

The scorecard was part of the slim magazine-size program that was full-color only on the cover pages. The scorecard was part of the centerfold spread on black and white. The scorecard took up about 3/4th of the page, with scoring instructions in the column to the left of the card. Each batting slot had space for a replacement, batting summaries at the end of each line, and inning summaries at the bottom of each column. The scoring squares were blank and of a comfortable size. The pitching lines were under the bating lines, with two columns for pitchers. Beneath those were summary lines under both teams scoring areas. There was a light grey background printed around the card so you could make notes, but the background was a little smudgy, although thankfully not the printing behind the scoring boxes. All in all, it was a decent scorecard, especially compared to some of the monstrosities around the Grapefruit League.

There weren't many plays of note. There was a strike-em-out-throw-out DP K-2-6 in the top of the third, and the bottom of the third had what was ruled a ground-rule double that I noted was clearly an E7. Besides that, it was all straightforward, with both teams doing the nearly full-team swap outs, with the Rays starting in the fifth and sixth, and the Twins doing nearly all of it in the seventh.


The Accommodations:
America's Best Value Inn
America's Best Value Inn

For the first time in a while, I was not at a friend or relations. After some searching around the night before, I settled the America's Best Value Inn in Fort Myers for a number of reasons. It was relatively cheap, it had good reviews, and it wasn't near the beach.

All of this would pan out. The one main room had a couch, bed, and nightstands on one wall, and a desk, TV, dresser, fridge & microwave on the other. In the back was a sink and vanity, and the bathroom and shower proper were to the left of that.

There were many pillows on my bed, and it seemed quiet. What more could you ask for? It was also populated with nearly all people over 60, so it definitely wasn't a Spring Break crash pad. And that panned itself out.


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

Saturday, April 5, 2008

Bronx

On Unnecessary Endings
Yankee Stadium
Yankee Stadium, 2008
Saturday, April 5th, 2008
Tampa Bay [Devil] Rays vs. The New York Yankees
Yankee Stadium
Major League Baseball, American League
Bronx, New York
1:05 PM


Outside the Game:
As part of the last year of Yankee Stadium festivities, a friend of mine's family was coming to see their last game at the stadium. His sister brought their newish baby all the way up from Florida just so that he would be able to go to the stadium before they tore it down. We managed to all meet up at 34th Street from various locales and head to the stadium.


At The Game With Oogie:
It was an early season game in the last year ever at the Stadium against what was thought at the time to be a gimmie win, so it was a sell-out. With a relatively large group, the best we could do was upper deck on the first base side, but all things considered, they were not bad seats.


The Stadium:
There's nothing more that I could contribute to the now endless talk about of Yankee Stadium. With all the renovations and all the history in the place, tearing down the beating heart of baseball seems an unbelievably short-sighted move that has the potential to severely anger the gods of the game. Time will tell.

The new replacement across the street was still under construction and looming like a sad disappointment waiting to happen -- a modern replica of an ancient classic that will lack the soul of the original while simultaneously not be modern enough for whoever they are building it for anyway.

The Yankees handled the countdown to the last games at the stadium on one of the scoreboards and with relatively little fanfare.


The Game:
In retrospect, it was a precursor of the season to come. Although the Yankees jumped out to an early lead, Pettitte collapsed in the middle innings, and a Yankee attempt at a comeback in the 8th inning feel short. The Rays won, 6-3.


The Scorecard:
Rays vs. Yankees, 04-05-08
Rays vs. Devil Rays, 04/05/08. Rays win, 6-3.
The scorecard was part of the $7 program. The scorecard itself is a one-page glossy sheet, which seems unnecessarily small, even for an American League card that will no doubt lack the constant double-switches and other permutations to be found in the National League.



2008 NY Last Stops