Except you're drinking beer and eating peanuts so the illusion doesn't last.
The best time was a Bridgeport Bluefish game last week when my kids came for a belated Mother’s Day. Since the Bluefish did not win, the highlights were when we had baby Zoe run the bases and when the Metro North trains slowed down so the conductor could wave, check out the score and toot the whistle.
The mascot loved dancing on the bullpen so our view of the game was often framed liked this:
The Flying Squirrels started out in 1972 as the West Haven (CT) Yankees and made detours through Albany, NY and Norwich, CT before arriving in Richmond's municipal park The Diamond in 2010 as a Double-AA San Francisco Giants farm team, after the Triple-A Richmond Braves moved to Georgia over the need for a new stadium.
The Diamond may be outdated in some ways (it was built in 1985) but the seats are new and comfortable, the location is easy to get to, the games are relatively packed with fans, the team is at the top of the Eastern League standings and the inter-inning games are hilarious. I never have so much fun at a game. Here's a peek:
|A blindfolded boy trying to reach the lifeboat.|
I think it's the Titanic. The ship's going down.
|Some kind of flamingo wrangling.|
The details escape me.
|The mighty Richmond Flying Squirrel|
surveys the stands. Master of his mini universe.
|This pig got loose at a game we were at last fall.|
The game went into a 20 minute delay to round 'er up.
I'm not saying the big league games weren't fun. But after going in two hours early in hopes of seeing a player in person at the dugout, they all went directly onto the field instead. We got to see them warm up, but this wasn't as exciting. There's a nice allure to Fenway, the Green Monster, the scoreboard, the Citgo sign, the mostly full park--all that's lovely. There's also the playfulness of the organ player. The day we went was some kind of Nuns Day (I kid you not) with several Sisters throwing ceremonial pitches. So the first song out of the organ was the Annie Lennox and Aretha Franklin song "Sisters Are Doin' It For Themselves." Lots of baseball classics are played in between salsa classics and the vibe is all-out good times. It's hard not to have a good time at a baseball game. You really have to want to be miserable. Despite the heat, we had a great time and the Sox won on a walk-off home run. Always fantastic. Traffic was a living nightmare but we came on a bus, so it wasn't our problem.
What you really notice at a big league game, though is how serious they take their so-called fun. Not only are there no hijinks on the field (because that would involve allowing fans onto the same field as about a billion dollars worth of sports celebrities), but the promotions all involve a sponsor, a good cause or both. This was Yankee Stadium on Jackie Robinson Day.
|Brian Cashman & Derek Jeter flanking|
a pin-striped Peep
|The players from both teams wearing No. 42|
A plaque for Nelson Mandela was unveiled and two golf carts whisked around the field carrying Mrs. Robinson and other Robinson and Mandela family relatives, along with former mayor David Dinkins, the Rev. Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson, MLB commissioner Bud Selig and the South African Consulate General. At least that's who was announced in the paper as attending. At the game, it was hard to tell. There was a press conference between the two games of the Yankees-Cubs double-header that was televised, and then video on the screen of the plaque, the golf carts full of people, the zipping around the field. It was cold. But there was no fan participation, no clapping, barely any attention paid at all. Strange.
The fans weren't much into the game either. We sat behind some college kids who were goofing around with each other, drinking beer and talking about where they'd go to dinner afterward. I keep a scorecard and at times they were so distracting I'd miss a play so I'd ask around me what happened--caught looking? pop out left? And those around me shrugged.
In Richmond, every person around me could tell me what the last play was, as well as explain whatever gigamahoosis was going on between innings, and what each building on the horizon was for good measure. The sunset was beautiful and dozens of people whipped out their iPhones to take panoramics. There was a sense that we were at that park together, to enjoy the day. It cost 8 dollars to get in.
The people at Yankee Stadium with me paid an average of 50 bucks a seat for a lot less.
See you in the stands :).