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Tuesday, August 1, 2017

Winston-Salem

On a Much-Needed Vacation
Rental car
Oh, good. Another Accent.
Monday, July 31, 2017
Raleigh, NC


Outside the Game:
Because of launches and other work, I had to push back my vacation this year until it coincided with the time off for my primary client's development team in Europe, who pretty much took August off. It was a long spring and summer of many 60-hour weeks, and, outside of a mini-trip for July 4th, not much baseball at all. I was saving it all up for this two weeks sprint towards the end of the season to make up for it all.

Most of this day was a blur of coverage meetings and other meetings, and meetings, but I eventually headed out exactly at 6 PM to catch the train to the train to Newark Liberty Eagle God Bless America Airport. I've had a complicated history of getting from the New York area to North Carolina, and none of my flights down have ever left on time.

Tonight would be no exception. As soon as I sat down to get dinner at the airport, my flight was delayed. And so I had a more leisurely dinner. It would turn out that my plane was delayed because they sent what was supposed to be our flight to Las Vegas, in a logic that still escapes me.

A short, little one-and-a-half-hour delay awaited us as we had to get a new plane, and after previous experiences, I called ahead to make sure that the rental car place would still be open when I arrived. The only good news about this is that I had put in for a free upgrade to first class that was approved, so I when we eventually boarded the plane, I didn't have far to walk, nor did I need to worry about having to check my one carry-on bag I had with me.

All stowed away, we eventually took off, and I spent most of my first-class flight watching Arrested Development reruns on the app they make you download instead of having seatback screens. It is an interesting tax on the poor, as a tablet is now essentially required to get any in-flight entertainment, so sitting with nothing to do for a flight will teach you to be poor. Or something.

As usual, we landed in the terminal at the furthest end of the airport, requiring a ten-minute or so walk to get to the exit and over to the rental car place. I had to get a car from Alamo, and I got to my white Honda Accent far too late in the evening. I checked everything out, loaded up, and took the short drive from the airport to the Microtel literally across the street from the airport, and managed to get a parking space right by the entrance.

I shakily checked in, dropped everything in the room, and was asleep by about 2 AM, which, given everything so far this evening, was a godsend.


The Accommodations:

Microtel Raleigh-Durham
Microtel Raleigh-Durham

As with previous trips, I stayed in the Microtel Raleigh-Durham Airport. It was relatively cheap, clean, close, and quiet, which is all I wanted for a stay this short. My room had a king-sized bed in front of mirrored wall with build-in nightstands on either side. A small couch was worked into the dresser over the air conditioning unit, and on the opposing wall was a small desk extending out from the wall.

The bathroom was almost as large as the tiny main room, with a tub, toilet, and sink all on top of each other.

But it was quiet, and had a bed and air conditioning, and I got some sleep, and that's all that really matters.



On Battling Salems
BB&T Ballpark
BB&T Ballpark, 2017
Tuesday, August 1, 2017
Salem Red Sox (Boston Red Sox) vs.
Winston-Salem Dash (Chicago White Sox)
BB&T Ballpark
Carolina League (A+)
Winston-Salem, NC
7:00 PM


Outside the Game:
I slept in quite late Tuesday, eventually coming to after breakfast had ended. I went back to bed for another nap before checkout, packed up, and had an easy drive to the park. I bought my ticket and took my pictures of the outside of the park, and then headed to the local tourist trap, "Old Salem."

"Old Salem," of “Winston-Salem” fame, was a Moravian settlement. The Moravians were one of the oldest and earliest Protestant sects from Bavaria, and the settlement here dates from before the revolution. They have peculiar practices, where all the single men and women live in gender-segregated communes until marriage. Speaking of segregation, they were a little progressive in that they let their slaves be part of their own "separate-but-equal" church, but, you know, they were still enslaved. After the Civil War, they let the African members join the real Church, and black members today don't seem to hold a grudge, so who am I to say?

The entire Salem community was entirely owned by the Moravians, and they still own most of the land in "Old Salem" today. Part of the land they sold to outsiders because Winston, and they joined up to form the hyphenated city just after the turn of last century.

"Old Salem" the tourist attraction exists in the same stripe as Colonial Williamsburg, except that all the original buildings exist. From a main visitor's center, you can buy a pass to visit all the old buildings that are still open and doing reenactments, or like the oldest continuously open bakery in America, still doing what they were originally built for. There are even a number of archaeological digs on the property.

Sugar bread
Fresh sugar bread from a stale building

I managed to park in the wrong lot and had a long walk to visitors’ center where I bought my pass and headed out to the town. One of my first stops was the bakery, where I bought some fresh "sugar bread" (exactly what it sounds like) and a lot of other baked goods, because I had missed breakfast and was starving. I went around to the various historical houses and locations, such as the God's Acre cemetery, the art gallery, and the Home Moravian Church. The church was very beautiful, and the pastor who was greeting visitors that day was very enthusiastic about talking about the history if the church and the community. It was actually quite interesting, and I learned a great deal about the sect.

Home Moravian Church
Home Moravian Church

Eventually, I headed back to the gift shop to buy way too much "old timey" crafts kits, and then headed off to my new hotel, where I checked in, dropped off all my stuff, and took a much-needed nap, to the point that I was very angry when the alarm clock on my tablet woke me up after far too brief a respite.

I headed out to the park for the game, parking in a lot across the street from the park that overlooked center field. I was down and in as the gates opened.

After the game let out, I was quickly back on the street through the thin crowd at the game and back at the hotel in no time. I hit up the Jacuzzi tub after my travel-interrupted rest the night before, did a little research for what I was going to stay for the next day, and then I was asleep fairly quickly.


The Stadium & Fans:
Home to center, BB&T Ballpark
Home plate to center field, BB&T Ballpark

BB&T Ballpark is a fairly standard minor-league park design, but it did have a couple of flairs that made it stand out from the crowd. The park has a nice brick facade all around it, and the main entrance plaza is by the center field entrance, not home plate, where the marquee entrance for such parks usually is. The club level entrance is at home plate, while the ticket booth, a statue of children chasing a home run ball, and the main entrance is in a recessed plaza down a flight of stairs in the back of center field. In fact, the entire outfield area is open and viewable from one of the parking lots across the street from the park. Outside, there is also a memorial to the African American West-End area of town that was presumably torn down for the park.

As per normal, all the entrances to the park empty out onto a main promenade that surrounds the park on top of the seating bowl. The promenade circles the park, allowing a full circuit of the stadium. Regular seating runs from third base to first base around home plate in one level of seating down from the promenade. A picnic berm sits the outfield corners allowing general admissions seating. A second, covered, level run above the main seats for a slightly shorter distance, housing the press box, luxury suites, and party decks at either end. A Foothills Brewery party deck sits out in near dead center field, and kids’ area anchors the left field corner.

All the concessions run along the promenade in the covered area. A Hall of Fame with plaques along the promenade wall runs the same area behind home plate, along with "Fast Feet Facts" from New Balance, middle-aged men’s favorite sneakers. There are also plaques for employees of the year on one pillar. A team store sits on the promenade in its own little building. The main digital scoreboard sits out in left-center field, and it had a bit of technical difficulties during the game, as it went out for an inning or two. The site line behind center field is mostly a hall and some trees and a couple of far-off buildings. The outfield wall is asymmetrical, with a low wall in left, a high wall in center, and a small, irregular section of wall in right-center field that tapers as it goes up. A batter was robbed of a home run during the game when they hit the very top of this wall, where a foot in any direction but down would have resulted in a home run.

Mascot
Bolt, for some reason

Red monster creature Bolt is the mascot de jure, who worked with human fun team to run the entertainment between innings. Most of it was pretty standard stuff, except for a rug scoot race in the middle innings that was unique if for no other reason that the complete lack of dignity it allowed the contestants as they had to scoot across the top of the dugout as fast as possible. Also notable was how into the dance contest this evening that one of the contestants got, which is either funny or sad depending on how you look at it.

It was a Tuesday night game, so the crowd was a little scarce, but those that were there did seem to actually care about the game.


At the Game with Oogie:

Grub
Carolina Dog: Cardiologists don't go poor here

I got a seat right behind the first-base dugout for the game. After my walking around and shopping, I got a Carolina Dog (apparently onions and a ton of peppers) and a chicken fingers and fries to eat.

It was a thin crowd that night for a Tuesday night game. There were only two people sitting by me, and they left after an inning or two to move away from me. I wonder if it was something I said?


The Game:
First pitch, Red Sox vs. Dash
First pitch, Red Sox vs. Dash

It was the battle of the Salems, as the Salem (Virginia) Red Sox faced off against the Winston-Salem (North Carolina) Dash. Despite the scoring, this was in many ways a game on fast-forward, especially for the Red Sox, who only scored in between clumps of consecutive outs.

To start, both sides went in order in the first. Salem struck out in order in the second, while the Dash got something started with a leadoff walk that made it to third on a ground-out and wild pitch. A single brought him in, and a two-out homer to left brought everyone in for an early 3-0 lead. The third was a scoring frame for the Red Sox, as they got a one-out homer to right, and then combined two singles, a passed ball, and a ground out into another run to bring it to 3-2, while Winston-Salem went in order in the bottom of the inning.

Salem kept going in the fourth with a single and two doubles leading to two more runs, to stake them to a 4-3 lead. The Dash had just a walk in their half, and Salem went in order in the top of the fifth. The Dash got a homer to dead center in the basement of the fifth to tie it at 4. The Red Sox scattered a walk and single in the top of the sixth, while Winston-Salem got a walk and a double and nothing across in the bottom of the frame.

In the top of the seventh, Salem only managed a walk, but the Dash manufactured the go-ahead run with a leadoff single, a stolen base, and two grounds outs to grab a 5-4 lead. The Red Sox went in order in the eighth, and Winston-Salem only managed a single. Salem tried hard to equalize in the top of the ninth and started with a leadoff walk that was bunted over to second. With one out, there was a grounder to third leading to a put-out at first, but the runner at second fell getting back to the bag, and was put out by a throw to the second baseman who tagged him out, leaving the Dash with the 5-4 win.


The Scorecard: 
Red Sox vs. Dash, 08-01-17. Dash win, 5-4.
Red Sox vs. Dash, 08/01/17. Dash win, 5-4.

The scorecard was a free giveaway half-tabloid on semi-glossy paper. Although the paper had some gloss, it was still relatively easy to write on using pencil. Most of the two-page centerfold spread was left for the scoring, with about an inch of the right margin advertising Dash social media. The card was cramped but useable, with the copious white space at least proving area for notes.

As is often the case with the minor leagues, there were a few scoring notes worth mentioning. A single in the top of the third fell between a bunch of fielders Bad News Bears style, although it was ruled a hit. A triple at the start of the inning missed being a home run by inches, hitting the very top of the outfield inset, which apparently was worth a note.

In the bottom of the fourth, an increasingly contentious relationship between the home plate umpire and the teams boiled over after an extremely late third strike call on a punch out was more than the Dash manager could take, it and resulted in an argument that saw him tossed from the game.

In the bottom of the seventh, there was a fielder's choice that left everyone safe when the throw 4-2 to get the runner at home was too late. And the last play of the game was a DP 5-3-4t. It was probably the first game I've seen end on a double play, and definitely with that double play. There was 5-3 putout on the grounder to third, but the runner at second stumbled and fell, leading to a 3-4t putout to complete the double play, end the game, and leave that runner on a long, long walk to the dugout to be yelled at by his manager for a good, long while.


The Accommodations:
Best Western
Best Western

For this evening, I was staying at the Best Western at the mall in Winston Salem. I had very nice room with a bathroom with a jacuzzi tub just off the entrance. The main bedroom had a king-sized bed and a lounge chair on one wall and a dresser, desk, and TV on the wall opposite.

I put the jacuzzi tub to good use. Everything else was just some lying around in the evening before getting a solid night's sleep.



2017 The Carolinas II & Tennessee

Sunday, April 28, 2013

Wilmington

On All the Baseball in Delaware

Daniel S. Frawley Stadium
Daniel S. Frawley Stadium, 2012
Sunday, April 28, 2013
Winston-Salem Dash (Chicago White Sox) vs.
Wilmington Blue Rocks (Kansas City Royals)
Judy Johnson Field at Daniel S. Frawley Stadium
Carolina League (A)
Wilmington, DE
1:35 PM


Outside the Game:
Realizing that my main baseball trip to Taiwan was barely a month away, I decided to work in some domestic product. Thankfully, the great state of Delaware only has one professional team for me to conquer: The Wilmington Blue Rocks, an Advanced A-ball affiliate of the Kansas City Royals (for no good reason I can see).

Wilmington was strangely convenient for me, further south than Philadelphia, but located right off 95. I had originally planned to go to the Saturday evening game that weekend, but I was reminded that it was my father's birthday, so I was compelled to go to the Sunday afternoon game instead. I awoke bright and early on Sunday and headed out just as "Talking Baseball" was hitting the airwaves at 9 AM, and I managed to get where I was going just as it was ending two hours later.

I pulled into the ample parking lot, bought my ticket, and started to do my photography bit. With plenty of time before the game, I walked around. Like many post-industrial cities, Wilmington had revitalized its formerly factory-laden riverfront with arts and commercial entities, all centered around the park. It wasn't Broadway, but it was a pleasant enough place to spend some time, and probably offered families and patrons a lot of choices after the game. And it would be easy enough to park once (for free) and make a day of a game and one of the several museums, theaters, or eateries in the area.

After the game, I was able to quickly get back out on the main road (no thanks to some dodgy directions from my TomTom) and head back up 95. I wasn't so lucky on this leg of the trip, as construction congestion tacked on a good extra half hour or so to my ride back. I still got back to Hoboken at a reasonable enough time to catch the regular Sunday night nerd programming.


The Stadium & Fans:
Home to center, Daniel S. Frawley Stadium
Home plate to center field, Daniel S. Frawley Stadium

It would seem that the people who brought "Judy Johnson Field at Daniel S. Frawley Stadium" into being really liked naming things, as it is dual-named for the local Negro League great and the former mayor who got baseball back in Wilmington. Not content with those lauds, there is an additional (odd) statue of Johnson outside the front entrance, as well as numerous plaques and a small stand of monuments by the ticket office.

The park itself is nestled in the Wilmington Riverside redevelopment. Attached to the stadium itself is the Delaware Sports Museum and Hall of Fame, but it wasn't open for my Sunday visit. Two stairways on either side of the entrance provide entry to the park, which has an encircling upper walkway that descends to the seating area below.

As with many low-minors parks, there is one split row of seating, extending around from left field to right field, with some modest luxury boxes in a second level behind home plate and extending to the dugouts. A special general admission bleacher section elevates above the regular seating ring in left field, offering the cheapest seats in the house.

The left field walkway ends in the kids area and the Top of the Rocks Picnic Pavilion (where a local jam band was holding court before the game), and the right field walkway terminates in the Blue Moose Grille and Bullpen Picnic Pavilion. Standard concessions are available around the main walkway, and the team store is nestled in the walkway above home plate blocked from field view by the press box.

The team proudly displays their pennants and championships along the luxury boxes, and in a nice tip of the hat, banners all along the walkway in the infield honor the players by year that have made it to the majors from the Blue Rocks. (Being a Kansas City farm club, advancement is no doubt swifter than with other franchises.)

The stadium is serviced by two scoreboards, the main one in left and an auxiliary one in right, that also features the team's retired numbers and a memorial to their long-time broadcaster. The second scoreboard could have been useful, but it was mostly used to play in-game video and ads the entire game.

As with any minor league club, there was plenty of between-inning entertainment to be had. The MC was dressed in some odd manner of super hero, and the mascot was a moose, Rocky Bluewinkle. I stand here before you not yet knowing if that name is awful or brilliant. The between-inning festivities were all the greatest hits of such entertainments: mascot races, dizzy bat races, musical chairs, ball tosses, and the like. A new one to me was a late-inning contest where a compact Kia was driven around the infield with its roof open, and fans had to throw their pre-purchased ball in the roof to win a prize. How there were no fatalities still eludes me, as an underpaid promotions intern speedily whipped around the infield while being purposefully pelted with projectiles.

Mascot
Rocky Bluewinkle, get it?

The crowd was mostly families, as to be expected. They were quite catered to, as they had a pre-game "catch in the outfield" period, as well as running the bases after the game. The listless play didn't leave a lot to cheer about, but the fans were mostly into the game as to be expected. There were no more than a smattering of opposing fans in attendance, and the stadium itself was probably half filled when everything was said and done.


At the Game with Oogie:
Scouts
Sitting with the scouts

I got a single seat in the second row behind the home dugout, for the outrageous game-day price of $11. (The extra dollar was added for not buying ahead of time.) One of the stadium workers reassuringly called these the "concussion seats" and cautioned everyone to pay attention, especially when right-handed batters were up. Most ignored the warning until a late swing shot a ball into the crowd a short distance away, and the staff guy tossed us all an "I-told-you-so" look.

As expected, I was utterly surrounded by families all around. Most with younger children sat down for the start of the game and then disappeared to get food or to take the easily distracted kids for food or to see mascots. One hilarious older couple behind me were judging how buzzed their various drinks were getting them throughout the course of the day.

When the home team scores, the unfortunately named "Stalker" the Celery comes out, and the crowd went absolutely nuts. God as my witness, I have no idea what the appeal was.


The Game:
First pitch, Dash vs. Blue Rocks
First pitch, Dash vs. Blue Rocks

This was just about one of the oddest games I've ever seen, from the four caught stealings, to the sloppiest no-hitter attempt this side of Doc Ellis. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

The game looked to be shaping up for a long one, as the first Dash batter of the game worked a 10+ pitch at-bat, and then won the battle with a single to right. The Blue Rocks pitcher seemed shaken by the contest, and promptly walked the next batter. With two on and no out, the third batter laced a gap double to right, scoring the runner on second and pushing the other over to third. First and third with no one out seemed to auger a long first inning, but the Blue Rocks pitcher settled down and got the next three in order to leave it 1-0, Dash.

The picture didn't seem too different for the home team, as the first batter worked a walk. However, the next three struck out, grounded into a fielder's choice and struck out, respectively. Almost improbably, the Blue Rocks set down the Dash in order in the second, while the Blue Rocks got a two-out baserunner on a hit batsman, who was almost immediately erased on the first caught stealing of the day.

In the third, the Dash managed one two-out single literally off the pitcher. He then stole second, but was left stranded when the next batter grounded less violently back to the pitcher to end the half. The Blue Rocks looked to have something when the leadoff batter reached on an error by the third baseman. The next batter hit into a fielder's choice, and was himself erased on the second caught stealing of the day. The next batter reached when a third strike got by the catcher, but he was stranded by a groundout to end the inning.

The Dash fourth was a one-out walk erased on the third caught stealing of the day, before a strikeout ended it. The Blue Rocks went in order in the fourth, and it put a odd fact into stark relief: The Dash pitcher was working on a no-hitter, even though the bases had been littered with base runners up to this point. In fact, the no-hit Blue Rocks actually had one more base runner than the Dash up to this point in the game.

The Dash squandered plenty of opportunities in fifth. Back-to-back one-out singles were followed by a fly out, but another short single loaded the bases and finally chased the Blue Rocks starter. The relief guy got another pop-up to end the half with nothing across. The Blue Rocks went meekly in order again in their part of the fifth.

The sixth started with a point of contention. In the process of beginning a swing, the leadoff hitter for the Dash seemingly fouled a ball off. The Dash manager successfully argued that the ball hit the batter, but the Blue Rocks manager came out and likely counter-argued that since the batter was offering at the pitch, he can't get the base as a hit batsman. As far as I could tell, the Blue Rocks manager was in the right, but he got thrown out for his trouble. An errant pick-off throw allowed the runner to get second, but greedily, he tried for third and become the fourth caught stealing victim of the night before two quick outs ended the inning.

The sixth started more fortuitously for the Blue Rocks, who finally got their first hit, a single to right. He was promptly sacrificed over to second... and stranded by two ground outs. The Dash went in order in the seventh, but the Blue Rocks had a one-out single followed by a walk... and then a double-play to end the inning. A one-out home run to deep center in the top of the eighth seemed to remind everyone that scoring was a possibility, leaving the tally at 2-0 at the end of the half inning. The Blue Rocks managed a two-out walk, steal, and double to finally plate a run, closing the gap to 2-1 at the end of eight.

It all fell apart in the ninth. A new Blue Rocks pitcher did not hold things down, giving up three straight singles to bring in one run. A fielder's choice erased the middle runner but left it first and third with one out, and a sacrifice fly brought in another run before the inning was ended on an interference call (of all things). The Blue Rocks made one last go of it in the bottom of the ninth. A leadoff single was followed by a walk. After a pop-out to third, another single loaded up the bases with one out, but a strikeout and a weak grounder to first ended the nascent rally, and the game, at 4-1 Dash.


The Scorecard:
Dash vs. Blue Rocks, 04-28-13. Dash win, 4-1.Dash vs. Blue Rocks, 04-28-13. Dash win, 4-1.
Dash vs. Blue Rocks, 04/28/13. Dash win, 4-1.

Common to the low minors, the scorecard was part of the free program handed out as you entered the park. Also typically, it was of low-quality magazine paper, and the scoring boxes themselves were wedged into the top quarter of the centerfold spread dominated by ads for a liquor store and a gold-buying establishment.

The glossy paper did not take to pencil writing very well, especially colored pencils, and any erasing took the entire scoring frame with it. There were just enough slots for all the players, and one extra inning allowed for. They did seem to take their stats seriously, as the scoring summary for each inning included runs, hits, and errors (though it was quite cramped in the tiny box), and there were printed lines for umpires, temperature, weather, game time, winning and losing pitchers, who picked up the save, and attendance. They announced all of these over the PA system during the game, except for the attendance, so you conceivably could keep up with it all.

As odd a game as it was to watch, it was also an odd game to score. I don't think I've written CS ("Caught Stealing") so much in one scorecard, ever. There were four instances of the event (and even two for each team), and three of them involved a pick-off by the pitcher catching the runner too far off first, or, even more bizarrely, a runner caught between first and second on a throw from the catcher trying to make it back to first (CS 2-4-3).

The no-hitter looked even more ridiculous on the score card, as the pitcher clearly didn't have a clean frame until the fourth. The idea that a no-hitter extended for two more innings seems implausible.

In this game of insanity, there were also more oddities snuck in, from the strikeout leading to a baserunner in the third, and, after an entire baseball-scoring career without seeing an interference call, I got my second in a row in the top of the ninth, as the last batter of the inning was punched out for impeding the catcher's throw to second to try and nail a stolen base attempt (BI-2).


The Accommodations:
Home on the Boken.



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