NOTE: This post is the third in a series of Features describing the author’s first visits to various MLB ballparks around the country. The first two visits, to San Diego and Anaheim, happened during an April visit to Southern California. The third stop, at Pittsburgh’s PNC Park, was the first of several stops planned during a cross-country trip from California to Philadelphia and back.
I screwed up.
I was in Pittsburgh on Saturday, June 10th, having arrived in the Steel City the day before after four days of cross-country travel. I woke up early enough to take in downtown Pittsburgh’s Saturday morning scene, including a walk down to the Fort Pitt site at the famous confluence of the Monongahela and Allegheny rivers, before returning to my hotel room for a little relaxation and a pre-game nap.
The nap part, it turned out, was a mistake.
The great Clemente stands guard over Pittsburgh at PNC Park.
I set my alarm for 5pm, certain that that would get me to the ballpark in plenty of time for the game. Unfortunately, that night’s game was actually that afternoon’s game, with a 4pm start. When I woke up, they had already reached the third inning, and I had to hot-foot it back through downtown and across the iconic Roberto Clemente bridge to join the game in progress. By the time I found the available open entry–most of the gates were closed by the time I arrived–got up to the third level, bought my food, and settled into my seat, it was already the top of the fourth inning and the visiting Miami Marlins were ahead 3-1 over the homestanding Pirates. Continue reading A View From The Park: Pittsburgh→
NOTE: This post is the first in a series of Features describing the author’s first visits to various MLB ballparks around the country. The first two visits, to San Diego and Anaheim, are the product of one trip to Southern California; further visits to parks in the East and Midwest will come during a major road trip planned for June of this year. Keep watching this space for further updates from the road.
It was a beautiful day for a ballgame Sunday, April 23rd in San Diego. That was hardly a surprise; almost every day from April to October–and more than a few beyond that–are beautiful days in California’s southernmost major city. It’s one of the great strengths of the region, and a big part of what makes SoCal in general, and San Diego in particular, a perfect setting for baseball.
Sunday’s game marked my first visit to Petco Park, though not my first game in San Diego. When my mother lived in the East County city of El Cajon (until about a decade ago), I had attended a Padres game while the team was still housed in what was then known as Jack Murphy Stadium.
I can report, with absolute certainty, that Petco Park represents a huge upgrade for Padres Fans.
I’ve been working a lot lately; hence the lack of original posts these past couple of weeks. In fact, I may have been working too hard, because apparently I just hallucinated in reading off of ESPN’s crawl the suggestion that Bob Geren is a candidate for the Dodgers’ managerial position. Continue reading Under Not-So-New Management→
I suppose we should give Stanton credit for a little creativity and personality, but–isn’t there a chance that walking up to the plate and showing the opposing pitcher your monogram might draw, shall we say, yet another inside fastball?