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So, baseball fans:
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–Post about baseball (optional prompts here)
–Click around, follow other fellow baseball fans, you know the drill
–Grab a beer and enjoy the game
We good? Good. Now that that’s all out of the way…
My first baseball experiences were at Candlestick Park. You might think this would’ve ruined the game for me. You’d be wrong. It really wasn’t that bad.
Okay, it probably was. But my parents always prepared us well with jackets and layers, when we went to night games we usually sat under the overhang so we were somewhat sheltered, and I honestly don’t remember it being the freezing, foggy wind tunnel everyone else seems to remember. RIP Candlestick. At least you finished strong.
Then, Christmas 1999, my parents gave me a stadium tour at the new ballpark — what we then knew as PacBell Park. And sometime in spring 2000, I fell in love.
I mean, my God, that’s a brilliant stadium. I have yet to meet anyone — baseball fan or not — who actively dislikes it. I’ve watched games from behind home plate, from the upper deck, the bleachers, the arcade (the section behind the right field wall), first base side, third base side, pretty much everywhere. And there truly isn’t a bad seat in the house.
(Once, we had tickets out in center field. I was coming from work, and got there a little late, and went straight to a concession stand for some pizza and beer before heading to the seats to meet my friend. I walked towards the arcade, tray in hands, when Barry Bonds came up — who was known for his right field power and splash hits (among other things) — and this huge crowd started to gather. I knew it was futile to push my way through, so I just tried to maneuver my way to a decent vantage point…and made the decision that if he hit one out, I would have to drop my food and beer and go for it. I think he popped out.)
After 14 straight years of seeing at least one home game every single season, I haven’t seen a game there since August 2013 and that makes me sad.
But! At least I can still get my baseball fix at another pretty fantastic ballpark. The first time Husband and I came to San Diego, he had a job interview in the East Village, so I drove down with him and figured I’d walk around and maybe find a coffee shop or suitable place to read or something. So I’m strolling around the Gaslamp, no big deal…and all of a sudden I’m looking into right field.
Possibly my favorite part of Petco Park (besides the fact that it turns into AT&T South whenever the Giants are in town) is the “Park at the Park” part — the grassy area with a playground and everything out behind right field. On non-game days, it’s completely open for people to come hang out. That was where I found myself reading for almost an hour that day. It’s just so cool how they integrated it into downtown. And seriously, sitting in the bleachers, eating garlic fries and enjoying a cold beer is pretty much one of the most quintessentially summer things you can do, so any day at the park is a good day, right?
So — favorite ballpark? Favorite ballpark experience? What parks are you hoping to visit one day? (I’ve got “all of them” on my list, but right now especially Wrigley, Fenway, PNC Park, Yankee Stadium, and Camden Yard). Don’t forget to link up!!!