We were supposed to go to Bronx to see the Mariners on Monday, July 25, 2011. But then we had to cancel and reschedule for Wednesday, July 27, 2011. Finally, after a series of crazy and annoying circumstances, we ended up going to see the Mariners on Tuesday, July 26, 2011. This, of course, if the story of that game – Kellan’s first in the Bronx
(his fourth stadium overall).
Usually, we always park in Manhattan and take the subway to either of the New York ballparks. But at this game, we decided to drive right to the stadium and pay a small fortune (almost as much as our game tickets) to park in an official team parking garage.
As a result, it was our first time ever entering the ballpark at Gate 8 (behind CF):
While we were in line, we met some nice Washington-based Mariners fans. Always good to meet some good guys at an opposition ballpark. While we waited the last couple minutes for the gates to open, I noticed that right next to our line there was an employee check point:
What do they think employees are going to bring into the ballpark?
When we entered the ballpark, the batting cages were set up, the home team with the white pin-striped pajama outfits was stretching in RF, and there were no Mariners in
sight. So we headed over to the Mariners dugout on the 3B side.
Moments after a guy who reads our blog (I’m embarrassed to say, I’m not 100% of his name anymore. I’m pretty sure it was Jonathan…but Andrew also seems right too. Hmmm….), Colleen snapped this picture of me and the boys:
Moments later, the first two Mariners of the day popped out of the dugout and headed toward the LF foul line:
This next picture is blurry but cute. As we watched Michael Pineda and Chris Ray head down the LF foul line…
…a few more Mariners joined them on the field.
We followed the Mariners a little bit down the line, but stayed behind the big protective nets that they put up during batting practice. There were two Mariners pitchers playing catch right in front of us (well, way down there in front of us…we were trapped behind the Legends Suite seats), but I had no clue at all who the closer of the two Mariners was. He was obviously a pitcher, but he did not look familiar at all from the distance.
Just then, the same two Mariners fans who we chatted with in line wandered by and took a family photo of us:
I asked the guy if he had any clue who the Mariners pitcher down below us on the foul line was. He guessed it was Josh Lueke.
Here is a panorama that I took a bit later, but it shows the scene:
We were hanging out in the empty aisle all the way to the right of that panorama. Lueke was standing on the foul line between the second and third protective netting poles.
We were just chilling and passing time in the shade…
…and then Lueke and his partner finished throwing and Lueke (holding the baseball) started to turn to walk away. I called out, “Hey, Josh!” He turned around (hey, the
Mariners fan was right, it was Lueke!) and I flashed my glove at him. He reared back and lobbed a high ball over the protective netting. With Kellan strapped to my chest…
…it was anything but a routine catch. I had to reach up and back as far as I could and I just barely got enough glove on the ball to reel it in. But I got it. The catch garnered some cheers by nearby fans.
I knew that the ushers would check tickets soon and start asking people to head to their own seating areas. So I asked Colleen if it was okay for her to keep the boys so I could run out to LF for a few minutes. She agreed. But there was absolutely no action out there. I wasn’t there long, but in that time not a single homerun was hit into the LF seats.
Consequently, the only thing I got out there was this picture of my cute little family chilling in the seats in foul territory:
Nothing was going on out there, so I headed back to my peeps in foul territory. We watched the Mariners pitchers finish their throwing routines:
The timing of BP seemed totally wrong. The ushers still had not checked tickets when the home team cleared the field. But before the Mariners batters started warming up, the grounds crew removed the batting cages. WHAT!? We got cheated out of Mariners BP! No fun.
So, we decided to take a circuitous walk in the concourses in search of food. We ended up at a SRO counter in the LF corner on the second deck with nachos, hot dogs, and garlic knots. After chowing down, I decided to take Colleen to “Bronx Central Station” a/k/a the least baseball-stadiumesque concourse in all of Major League Baseball.
But on the way, we stopped off to take this picture that fairly well illustrates our feelings about the team that calls this ballpark home:
I suggested the thumbs down, but the priceless expression on his face is all Tim’s doing.
And then we continued on our journey. At the top of the stairs down to the aforementioned train-station-looking outer concourse, I got this picture of Tim and Colleen:
When we reached the far end of the station, we posed for another picture and Kellan showed us his true feelings about this *magnificent* ballpark:
Two seconds after that picture, we ducked into the nearby team store for some much needed air conditioning. Ah, that felt good. But it was almost game time, so we had to
re-enter the heat and humidity and make our way to our seats in LCF. We had planned to get ice cream on our way, but we cut it too close and we would have missed the Mariners at bats in the top of the first, so we headed right to our seats.
We arrived just as someone-or-other sang the National Anthem:
This was our view from section 239, row 4, seats 1-4 (actually, it was my view from seat 1):
Note the police officer stationed at the bottom of the aisle just in front of us. There is an armed police officer in every section in the bleachers. You know, you gotta keep the people in the cheap seats in line, we can’t be trusted to police ourselves.
As he always does, Ichiro led off for the Mariners, and he was facing the perennially dominant C.C. Sabbathia:
Unfortunately, Sabbathia (who is almost always on his game) was extra on his game tonight. It wasn’t going to be pretty.
By the way, I think that Tim and Kellan could use Sabbathia’s game pants as a sleeping back – one boy per pant leg. Those are some huge – seemingly flared at the thighs – pant legs.
As the bleacher creatures out in RF did the roll call, I go this picture of former-Athletic great (now mediocre) Eric Chavez acknowledging the fans:
After Sabbathia sat our Mariners down 1-2-3, we procured two twist ice cream helmets and one twist cone and headed back to our seats. I think this might be Kellan’s first ever taste of ice cream:
He liked it. So did Tim.
Here is something odd. Between innings, instead of playing catch with Jason Phillips, Greg Halman played catch with the third base line ballboy:
Here’s a random photo just for kicks:
Doug Fister (sadly, now a member of the Tigers) was on the mound for the Mariners and he was solid as usual. Through the first three innings, the score was 0-0. When Derek Jeter led off the bottom of the fourth, I figured I ought to get a picture of him hitting, you know, since he’s in the 3,000 hit club now and all. And he didn’t disappoint:
Boom! Weak ground out, scored 5-3.
Unfortunately, Curtis Granderson followed Jeter with a solo homerun. In the bottom of the fifth, the bad guys added two more runs on an RBI single by Eric Chavez and another ground out by Derek Jeter. That put the Mariners in a 3-0 hole. Even worse was the fact that Sabbathia was, through six innings, pitching a perfect game. Not good.
I sent a strategic text to twitter designed specifically to jinx Sabbathia’s perfect game. Sure, it would be amazing to witness a perfect game, but not a perfect game *against* our Mariners. That would be terrible.
And guess what, I think the jinx text worked. No, the Mariners didn’t start hitting, walking or reaching base on errors. Instead, it started raining!
We retreated to the upper deck where there was more room to hide from the rain. All throughout the ballpark, fans were finding shelter from the rain wherever they could:
Here is some more of the same:
And we also used the opportunity to get our Bronx NY bonus picture for the myGameBalls.com photo scavenger hunt:
Once the rain stopped and the grounds crew started pulling off the tarp, and I got this panorama:
The concourses were a packed, sticky hot mess:
We grabbed an open spot and passed the time with some snacks:
Before too long, it was time for baseball once again. The nice thing about a good rain delay is that a lot of the fans leave and a lot of seats open up. So, instead of going back
to row 4 of section 239, we headed to the first row of section 238.
As we waited for the tarp to be rolled up and carted off, Kellan reclined in my arms and just chilled out:
And then I got a panorama from section 238…
…the tarp still had not moved much.
Before the game started up again, I finally got a photo of something I noticed at the beginning of the game, a new elevated bench in the bullpen:
When the top of the seventh finally rolled around, Sabbathia was right back out there ready to go for his perfect game. Ichiro struck out for Sabbathia’s nineteenth consecutive out. But that is as far was this sad little experiment in perfection would go. With the raining falling again our hero for the night, Brendan Ryan stepped to the plate and laced a line drive single into LF. Here is actually photographic evidence (albeit quite blurry) that the Mariners had a baserunner at this game:
That was a relief. Now it was time to try to win the game. We were only down 3-0. The game was still in our reach. Oh yeah, how did I forget to mention, the Mariners were trying to break a then-club record 16-game losing streak.
After the Ryan hit, the Mariner couldn’t advance him past second base and we squandered our first scoring opportunity.
Fister was still solid in the bottom of the seventh. Then, in the top of the eighth, Sabbathia fell apart. He walked the first three batters of the inning and was pulled from the
game. Sadly, once David Robertson entered the game, the Mariners could only score one run in the eighth – on a Chone Figgins fielder’s choice to third base.
I was longing for a grandslam. But it just wasn’t in the cards. And the 3-1 score was as close as the M’s could get it. In fact, in the bottom of the eighth, the Mariners gave that run back when Mark Teixeira solo homerun.
There was one more rain delay during the game, and we ended up spending a lot of time running up the section 237/238 stairs to high from the rain, and then running back down the stairs to watch more of the game once the rain would stop again.
While Tim worked on his water on cement art skills…
…Kellan spent a lot of time waving at the 20-something girls sitting about 2 rows and ten feet behind us. What can I say, the ladies love
Big special thanks to my lovely wife, Colleen, for letting us stick it out until the bitter end in hopes that we would finally see Kellan’s first Mariners win. Sadly, his inaugural win will have to wait for another day…hopefully at Safeco Field later this season. For now, his lifetime Mariners record dropped to 0-4.
He fell asleep on my shoulder on the walk to the car:
After a sitting through a big traffic jam getting out of the immediate area of the ballpark, we had an easy drive home…plenty of time to sit and lament the Mariners historic
seventeenth straight loss.
Luckily, there would be no eighteenth loss.
|2011 C&S Fan Stats|
|19/3 Games (Tim/Kellan)|
|17/6 Teams [Tim – Mariners, Orioles, Rangers, Brewers, Nationals, Phillies, Mets, Rays, Braves, Diamondbacks, Astros, Royals, Cubs, Angels, Indians, Reds, Giants, Tigers Yankees; Kellan – Mariners, Orioles, Angels, Mets, Indians, Yankees]|
|14 Ice Cream Helmet(s) (Orioles (2), Nationals, Phillies (2), Rangers (2), Mets (1), Reds (1), Tigers (1))|
|55 Baseballs (7 Mariners, 7 Rangers, 4 Orioles, 3 Umpires, 2 Nationals, 2 Brewers, 5 Phillies, 2 Mets, 1 Rays, 2 Braves, 2 Diamondbacks, 1 MLB Authenticator, 1 Easter Egg, 1 Glove Trick, 2 Royals, 2 Cubs, 5 Angels, 4 Indians, 1 Giants, 1 Tigers)|
|9/3 Stadiums [Tim – Camden Yards, Nationals Park, Citizens Bank Park, Minute Maid Park, Rangers Ballpark in Arlington, Citi Field, Great American Ball Park, Comerica Park, Yankee Stadium; Kellan – Camden Yards, Citi Field, Yankee Stadium]|
|13/9 Player Photos* [Tim – Felix Hernandez, Adam Moore, Garrett Olson, Chris Seddon, David Aarsdma, Michael Pineda, Miguel Olivo, Ryan Langerhans, Greg Zuan, Mark Lowe, Michael Saunders, Chad Durbin, Russell Branyan; Kellan – Luke French, Milton Bradley, Franklin Gutierrez, Justin Smoak, Matt Tuiasosopo, Ryan Langerhans, Michael Saunders, Tony Sipp, Chad Durbin]|
|3/1 Management Photos* [Tim – Howard Lincoln, Jack Zduriencik, Eric Wedge; Kellan – Jack Zduriencik]|
|5 Autograph(s) (Michael Pineda, Michael Saunders, Mark Lowe, Felipe Paulino, Aroldis Chapman)|
|1 Bat* (Milton Bradley)|
|6/2 Mascot Photos* [Tim – Mariner Moose, Teddy Roosevelt, The O’s Bird, Mr. Redlegs, Gapper, Slider; Kellan – Mariner Moose, The O’s Bird]|
|1/0 Divisions Closed Out** [Tim – A.L. West (Safeco Field, Oakland Coliseum, Angel Stadium & Rangers Ballpark in Arlington); Kellan – N/A]|
|2 Line-up Cards (Royals vs. Rangers; Indians vs. Orioles)|
|*includes Spring Training**divisions where we have seen each team play a home game.|
The day before Tim’s 4th MLB Anniversary game, my buddy Greg accompanied me on a trip to the car dealer to get some equipment installed on my wife’s car. Greg (and his former-lady friend) had accompanied me and Tim to a Blue Jays home game in Philadelphia back in June. While waiting on the car, I asked Greg if he would be interested in going to Camden Yards with us the following weekend. He was.
Some people arrive two hours before a baseball game, chase balls during BP, and explore the stadium before and during the game. That’s me and Tim.
On the other hand, some people show up five minutes before first pitch, report to their assigned seats, and stay put thoroughout the game other than trips to the concourse for food/drinks/bathroom visits. Heck, they may even leave early to “beat traffic.” That’s Greg.
But on September 18, 2010, Greg proclaimed that he wanted the full Cook & Son ballgame experience. So Tim and I called the shots at this game. Let’s see how it turned out.
The only bad part of the night was that Baltimore was invaded by hordes of Bronx-based baseball fans. The line to get into the stadium…
With the help of Mr. Avi Miller, we had “season tickets” allowing us to access the main stadium while the riff-raff were confined to Eutaw Street and RF-CF. With the help of some other Camden Yards regulars, we managed to get into the stadium ahead of 98% of the hundreds of people pictured above.
Thanks, OPACY regulars! (Its good to know people).
Five minutes after the gates opened, we were in LF and…
…Chris Tillman (the player above on the right*) tossed a baseball to Tim. After we got the ball, Greg asked if he could hold it. It was the first time he’d EVER touched an actual Major League baseball.
I wanted Greg to catch a BP homerun. Unfortunately, the O’s stopped hitting early and the Bronx horde (much like the evil Jun Horde of Beastmaster fame) made an early entrance:
We decided to head up to the upper deck to see some sights.
When we reached the top of the winding ramps, Tim popped a squat in the concourse…
Next, we headed over to LCF and watched the action out on Eutaw Street…
…the team from the Bronx was peppering the back wall of the batters eye with homeruns. I think there were about 8 balls hit in there. Also, notice all of the strips of grass transplanted for use in the outfield.
In centerfield, we spotted Mariano Rivera…
After spitting lots of sunflower seeds out of the upper deck, we headed around the upper deck concourse toward right field:
On our way out of the play area, we noticed this sign showing the evolution of the Orioles’ logo:
Eutaw Street was insanely packed:
We ended up getting the same table in the Camden Club where we sat with my mom back in July. This time, I realized I could open the window a tiny bit. So I stuck my arm out and took these shots looking down on crowded Eutaw Street:
We arrived at the Camden Club pretty late in the pre-game festivities. When we ordered, our waitress told us that our food wouldn’t arrive before the game started. That was fine with us. We ended up watching the first 2-3 innings from our table in the Camden Club. It was quite pleasant up there.
Derek Jeter led off for the visitors and Jeremy Guthrie “welcomed” him to Baltimore with a first pitch to the back/elbow…
…to see the video clip, click here.
Eventually, our food came, and it was delicious:
For the record, we were rooting for the O’s. My forever first and favorite team is the Mariners. My second favorite team is whoever is playing the team from the Bronx.
After the sun dipped behind the stadium, I was able to get a halfway decent panorama:
We headed down to the field around the third inning. On our way, I talked the elevator operator into letting us get out on the second floor (while she continued on with other elevator passengers) so Tim could get a good look at the Camden Yards model…
When we got to the field level, it was time for something special…
Even with the packed house, we were able to find some nice unoccupied handicapped accessible seats in the cross aisle behind section 16. This was our view:
…and he was gunning for his twentieth win of the season. And when he did in fact win it later this evening, it was the first time a pitcher in either league had won 20 games since 2008 and the first time Sabbathia had won 20 in a season in his career.
On a side note: In 2008 there were several pitchers who won 20 games (Cliff Lee, Brandon Webb, Roy Halladay, and Mike “20 & Retire” Mussina), and Tim, my parents and I witnessed Brandon Webb record his 20th win of the season at Tim’s second MLB Anniversary game in Arizona. It was also the first time Webb had ever won 20 in a season.
Things were going the visitors’ way all night.
The O’s couldn’t get them out…
In addition to Sabbathia’s milestone 20th win, we’d also witness Robinson Cano hit a lesser milestone with a 2-run homerun in the 5th inning. When A-Rod touched the plate on Cano’s homerun, it marked the first time in Cano’s career that he had reached the 100-RBI mark.
We had plenty of fun, nonetheless.
In that picture above to the right, Tim looks pretty serious. Possibly because we were on a mission to finish off our final two pictures needed to complete the MyGameBalls.com Photo Scavenger Hunt.
Earlier in the game, we found a mulleted beer vendor and were able to check off the highest point value picture in the scavenger hunt. Only one picture remained. Above, Tim is wearing my glove as a hat and there is a long rope’ish looking thing coming off of my glove. We needed to find an usher to pretend to cut the string. And we had a tip from the aforementioned OPACY-crew regular, Avi Miller.
After watching A-Rod very satisfyingly ground out weakly to 3B…
On our walk toward LF, Tim looked up and spotted the Bird sitting in the press box window…
We decided to get an usher to take our picture in the concourse behind home plate…
Out in LF, we grabbed some seats in the last row. Eventually, an usher walked by and I spotted “Kelly” on her name tag. I flagged her down and asked if she knew Avi. She did! And she was more than happy to help us with the final scavenger hunt picture once the half inning concluded. Here is the final scavenger hunt photo:
A difficult part about this one is that you either (i) had to find an usher with a pair of scissors (I guess meaning he/she really intended to cut some ball retrieving devices during BP) or (ii) you had to bring scissors to the game (something that didn’t really seem possible).
Well, it turns out that the letter actually is possible. Without planning it or even knowing I was doing it, I brought a pair of craft scissors to the game. Security at the gate did not find them because (unknown to me), they were in by back pocket. Apparently, I had driven 2 hours to Baltimore while sitting on these scissors, but never noticed.
During BP, I felt something in my back pocket and figured it was Tim’s sunglasses. I grabbed the “sunglasses” and was delighted to find they were actually a pair of scissors I’d used earlier in the day to help my wife with a project around thehouse. So, I knew we *had* to get this photo. Interestingly, we’ve never used the glove trick, so we had to figure out how to rig it specifically for the photo. Luckily, it all came together with some MacGyverish ingenuitity.
Shortly after we got the picture, the 9th inning was on us. We planned to go for an umpire ball. I made a rookie mistake, but we were able to overcome it.
The last time we were at Camden Yards, I saw the same usher who took our picture (above) seating some little kids to go for an umpire baseball. So, when he took our picture at this game, I asked him if he could seat us down there to go for an umpire ball. He said he would take Tim down to the umpire tunnel, but Greg and I couldn’t come because we didn’t have tickets for that section.
Well, that wouldn’t work because there is no way Tim would go off on his own with an usher and then ask for an umpire ball. In fact, without me, he is not tall enough to see over the wall of the umpire tunnel.
The problem was that the guy now *knew* we didn’t have tickets for that area. If I had not asked, he never would have even questioned it. Anyway, we made our way down there at the top of the ninth. We were on the other side of the tunnel (not in that usher’s section) about 8 rows back. But then I got greedy. I saw that rows 3-5 were completely empty on the other side of the tunnel. So we headed over there.
The usher saw us and told us Tim could stay, but Greg and I could not. I told him Tim wouldn’t stay there on his own. But the guy wouldn’t budge. Again, I never should have asked him in the first place. Anyway, as the three of us exited the section, a couple was leaving the same section and they walked over and gave us their tickets (unsolicited). We thanked them profusely and then turned around. I walked up to the usher and showed him the tickets. He waved us in and gave his blessing for us to sit anywhere we wanted in the section.
We ended up here…
Sadly, Chad Gaudin shut the door in the bottom of the ninth and the O’s fell to the visitors 11-3.
Before heading out, a nice fan took one more group shot of the three of us:
As we slowly left the stadium, Greg gave me his assessment of the Cook & Son ballpark experience: two thumbs up. He’d never seen so many parts of a stadium or been “on the go” throughout a game and he found it to be quite fun.
So did we.
Hopefully, Greg will be back for another game or two with us next season.
2010 Fan Stats:
22 Ice Cream Helmets (Orioles (4), Phillies (3), Padres (2), Pirates (2), Mets, Dodgers, Athletics, Nationals (2), Indians, Yankees)
60 Baseballs (12 Mariners, 2 Angels, 3 Athletics, 3 Brewers, 4 Nationals, 2 Blue Jays, 9 Umpires, 2 Phillies, 1 Mets, 4 Braves, 2 Orioles, 1 Dodgers, 1 Padres, 1 Giants, 2 Twins, 1 White Sox, 7 Easter Eggs, 1 Yankees, 2 Marlins)
12 Stadiums (Camden Yards, Citizens Bank Park, Nationals Park, Citi Field, PNC Park, Oakland-Alameda County Stadium, Dodgers Stadium, PETCO Park, Angel Stadium of Anaheim, AT&T Park, Progressive Field, Yankee Stadium)
15 Player Photos (Jamie Moyer, Ryan Rowland-Smith (2), Omar Vizquel, Chad Cordero, Mike Cameron, Joel Piniero, Frank Catalanotto, Billy Wagner, Jeff Suppan, Tommy Hanson, Jered Weaver, Jay Buente, Brian Sanches and Scott Olsen)
2 Retired Player Photos (Jim Palmer, Bert Blyleven)
1 Umpire Photo (“Cowboy” Joe West)
10 Autographs (Ryan Rowland-Smith (2), Omar Vizquel, Chad Cordero, Daisuke Matsuzaka, Joel Piniero, Frank Catalanotto (2), Billy Wagner (2), Jeff Suppan, Tommy Hanson, Jeff Weaver, Brian Sanches and Scott Olsen)
8 Kids Run The Bases (Citizens Bank Park, 2 Nationals Park, Citi Field, PNC Park, PETCO Park, Camden Yards, Progressive Field)
My mom, Colleen, Tim and I were in the car driving to Safeco Field to see the Mariners take on the Yankees when Tim turned to me and proclaimed:
“Dad, the Yankees are bossy.”
Well, actually…in the three games Tim has seen the Yankees play in his life, the Yankees haven’t been very bossy. We’ve seen the Mariners beat the Yankees twice and the Orioles just a couple weeks ago beat the Yanks too. So, really, the Yankees have been pretty accomodating in the games we’ve seen them play.
We were hoping they would be similarly accomodating at this game.
We had four excellent seats in section 151 (left field). But, I also had my best buddy Paul’s two tickets in section 123 (just a couple rows back from the Mariners’ dugout). Paul was at a family get-together and was hoping to meet up with us later in the game. He never made it.
We arrived just before game time. After watching the Yankees bat in the top of the first, Tim and I grabbed an ice cream helmet (mint chocoloate chip and chocolate fudge chip) and headed over to Paul’s seats in time to watch Ichiro lead off the bottom of the first…
Tim was very protective of his ice cream:
Two more notes about that picture. First, I don’t like it when teams leave a big huge bar code on the side of the ice cream helmets. We haven’t received many bar-coded helmets. Mostly in Philadelphia. Before this week, we’d never received a bar-coded helmet at Safeco Field. And I hope we never do again.
Second, that guy in the white hat sitting behind Tim was pretty hilarious. He and this buddies were all decked out in Washington Husky gear. Just a couple hours prior, the Huskies had taken down my dad’s alma mater, the No. 3 ranked USC Trojans. (FYI, in college football, I root for my Temple Owls (GO OWLS!) and then the entire Pac-10. In conference play, I root for the UW, followed by WSU (my brother’s alma mater), followed by USC (dad), followed by whichever team is located closest to Seattle. But in the grand scheme of things, the Mariners are the only team I truly care about in any sport).
Anyway, as I was saying, that guy was pretty funny. He kept yelling at all of the Yankees (particularly C.C. Sabbathia) and saying he was going to buy them dinner at various fast food restaurants if they continued to strike out (Yankees batters) or give up hits (Sabbathia). He was going to take them to McDonald’s, Burger King, Taco Time, Papa Murphy’s, Red Lobster, etc., etc.
Enough about that guy, here is the view from Paul’s amazingly awesome seats:
Paul’s family has split season tickets with another guy (Louie) who has had the tickets since 1977 (the M’s first season, and the year Paul was born). In the Kingdome, Paul’s seats were even closer (third row, I believe) but they crammed a few extra super-expensive rows in front of his seats at Safeco Field. The tickets are row 14, but I think they are only about 5-8 rows back from the dugout.
All of my action shots were coming out blurry at this game, but I got some good “batting stance” shots. Here is Jose Lopez:
And here is Adrian Beltre…
Hey, guess who stopped by our section? It was the Beer Poet:
“An evening at the ballpark, such a special treat. Nothing makes it better than a cold beer while you sit in your seat.”
His actual poems are moderately better than that, but you got the gist of it.
Young gun Doug Fister was on the mound…
In the second inning, someone or other bunted the ball off of Kenji Johjima…
During the top of the third, we headed out to CF to the play area, and I took this panaramic view as we passed behind the RF foul pole:
We got two big batches of Jim’s garlic fries…
It was about time for Tim to act silly in the seats:
That is Tim’s official “garlic is too spicy” face. As for me, I’m a huge fan of garlic. And these fries we ridiculously (in a good way) garlicy. This wasn’t garlic powder or garlic flavoring. This was full on mashed up and diced garlic bits. I think each of our orders of fries had about 5 entire garlic bulbs on ’em. When all of the fries were gone, there was still an entire hand full of diced up garlic bits in each little cardboard tray. I tried to eat all of the garlic in one of the trays, but I failed. It would have made my head explode. Too spicy.
Back to the game. As I mentioned, Fister wasn’t on top of his game. So, Don Wakamatsu pulled him before too long:
Speaking of Paul, I bet you’re wondering what he looks like, right? Well, you could look back at my entries from May when we went to a couple games together. But it would be a whole lot easier if I just posted this:
Once again, back to the game. It was a cool but pleasant night at the ball park. But late in the game, a few rain drops started to fall. The powers that be decided it was time for some indoor baseball. The following photos are very dark but they show the roof starting to creep across the field toward the 3B line:
Mark Teixeira was having good night at the plate, and the Mariners bats and pitchers weren’t doing too much. So Tim had to get creative in the seats. He decided to do some fake fishing. Here he is walking up from row 33 to row 35 holding a fake fishing pole (note that for some reason he is bare footed…he likes to feel right at home at the park):
Late in the game we ran around in the OF concourse a bit. And that is where we were when the Yankees recorded the 27th out in the bottom of the ninth. Aye, aye, aye…I was hoping Tim would never have to see the Yankees win a game in his life. Oh, well, I need to come to grips with the fact that I can’t protect him for every bad thing that might happen in life.
We have one more Mariners game this season. And with a win, the Mariners will finish the season with a winning record at games attended by me and Tim. Let’s do it M’s!!!
One more comment on the Yankees. This is the first time I’ve seen the Yankees play a game outside of Yankee Stadium since August 24, 1995. I attended that game with Paul. That game is widely recognized as the turning point in the Mariners season, after which they made a hard charge past the California Angels of Anaheim. The Mariners were 11.5 games back at the time. And in the 8th inning, the Mariners were losing 7-5. In the 8th, Edgar Martinez hit a home run off of David Cone to make it 7-6 Yankees.
But the Mariners had been perenial losers. The first two batters made quick outs in the bottom of the ninth. Paul and I started to give up on the game. In fact, we decided to leave and try to beat traffic. But as we were walking out, Vince Coleman drew a walk from John Wetteland (now Mariners bullpen coach). Paul and I started thinking about things. Junior could get another at-bat! We sprinted back to Paul’s seats (you know, the one’s I mentioned above, the ones 3 rows behind the 1B dugout). As Joey Cora, battled Wetteland, Coleman stole 2B and 3B. Cora then lined a single to LF to score Coleman and tie the game.
Up to the the plate sauntered Ken Griffey, Jr. He would see only one pitch. And we would see that pitch land in the upper deck in RF. MARINERS WIN!!!
Twenty-five days later, the Mariners had erased the Angels’ 11.5 game lead. Ultimately, the Mariners would beat the Angels in a one game playoff to claim their first ever A.L. West title.
So you ask what is the point of that long story? Well, back in 1995, we watched the Mariners beat the Yankees in Seattle free of the presence of hordes of Yankees fans. You see, the Yankees hadn’t been very good for a while. They had not made the post-season since 1981. And they didn’t have the massive traveling fan base that now accompanies them everywhere they go (and the hordes of bandwagon *fans*). At least they didn’t have them in Seattle.
It was a much more pleasant way to watch a home Mariners game. I live on the east coast and I see the Mariners on the road more than I see them at home. So, I like my Mariners home games to feel like Mariners home games. All this is to say that, this is likely my last Yankees game in Seattle.
By the way, don’t fear, the next day the Mariners would crush the Yankees to take the series 2-1. Griffey would hit a bomb.
Anyway, on our walk to the car, I took a shot of the Seahawk’s stadium, Qwest Field:
Qwest Field sits on hallowed grounds — the site of the Kingdome. I really wish Safeco Field could have been placed on the Kingdome’s site. But it couldn’t happen. The Mariners needed to play in the Kingdome until Safeco Field was ready to open in July 1999. The Seahawks on the other hand, got an upgrade, they played at Husky Stadium while Qwest Field was being built. Husky Stadium is probably better than Qwest Field.
One final note, the day after this game, we flew back into Philadelphia. As we were driving out of the Philadelphia airport, Tim again told me that the Yankees are “bossy,” and he added that they “cheat.” I told him that was not very nice of the Yankees. But then, he told me that the Yankees called him on the telephone and apologized. So, I guess that was considerate of the Yankees.
Season Fan Stats:
30 Games (plus one 5+ hour rain out with no game)
1 Ken Griffey, Jr. Homerun (Career Homerun No. 624, August 23, 2009 in Cleveland)
12 Stadiums (Safeco Field, Camden Yards, Citizens Bank Park, Citi Field, Nationals Park, Yankee Stadium, Fenway Park, Wrigley Field, HHH Metrodome, Miller Park, U.S. Cellular, and “Jacobs” Field)
24 Teams (Mariners, A’s, Rangers, Rays, Orioles, Tigers, Twins, Indians, Red Sox, Yankees, Royals, White Sox, Phillies, Mets, Nationals, Cubs, Braves, Padres, Dodgers, Cardinals, Marlins, Pirates, Astros, and Brewers — and sort of the Giants)
25 Ice Cream Helmets (Mariners (5), Phillies (5), Mets, Nationals (3), Red Sox (3), Yankees (2), Twins, Cubs, Brewers, White Sox, and Indians (and 1 Brewers Cheese Fries Helmet))
28 Baseballs (16 Mariners, 2 Rangers, 1 Phillies, 1 Red Sox, 1 Umpire, 1 Nationals, 1 Pirates, 1 Twins, 1 Astros, 1 Royals, 1 Indians, Yankees/Orioles 1)
MLB Closed Out (NL Closed out on 8/16/09, AL Closed out on 8/17/09)
5 Autographs (King Felix Hernandez, Jason Phillips, Ronny Cedeno, Jeremy Guthrie, Ryan Perry)
4 Player/G.M. Photographs (King Felix Hernandez, Jason Phillips, Jack Zduriencik, Ryan Perry)
10 Mascot Pictures (Mariners Moose, Orioles Bird, Slider (Indians), 3 Presidents (Nats), Screech (Nats), 4 Running Sausages (Brewers) — Honorable Mention: The Green Monster statue bench)
So I am behind in my entries because my folks, Tim and I are in the midst of an EXTREMELY AWESOME Fourth-of-July-Mariners-Rampage-on-the-A.L.-East-Leaders-Weekend Roadtrip. Right now, Tim is crashed out from another super-sweet Mariners victory at Fenway Park. So I guess it is time to use Tim’s pre-fireworks nap to begin my entry for our July 2, 2009 game at the new Yankee Stadium.
After the M’s schedule came out for this season, I noticed the M’s would be in Boston over the 4th of July weekend. So I asked my recently retired parents, Jim and Marilyn, if they wanted to meet up with me and Tim for some road M’s games. Then we realized that the day before the Boston series the M’s would be in the Bronx. So we incorporated this game into our trip.
My good friend from college, Davlynn, used to live at 84th & Amsterdam, so I always park there whenever I go to NYC. So that’s what we did. And we took the B and the D train up to the Stadium. The people on the subway were very nice. We were going the wrong way and several people pointed us in the right direction when they noticed we were wearing Mariners gear but heading the wrong way.
Once we arrived at 161st Street, this is what we saw:
Tim was a bit disoriented from just waking up from a nap. So he didn’t want his picture outside the stadium. But we got some a shot of me and my dad, and one of my folks:
Tim was pretty helpful, however, finding the tickets in my mom’s purse:
Once found, we entered the stadium through Gate 6:
The “Great Hall” is pretty Great. Its some pretty cool architecture. But it doesn’t look like a baseball stadium. More like a really cool train station — like 30th Street Station in Philadelphia.
Here is our first view of the field:
We went early for Mariners BP (and a few minutes of Yankees BP) so we had the *great honor* of visiting the exclusive field level of Yankee Stadium:
In the first picture, Tim is stuffing his face with a hot dog and pretzel. It really hit the stop and made it so he could start enjoying his Bronx experience. In the middle, my pa and I pose with the field before heading off to make our best efforts and snagging a BP homerun. On the right, I wanted to show you my silly Washington Nationals string backpack. I learned the hard way last season at the Yankees don’t allow real back packs. So, luckily, at the May 17th Phillies/Nationals game in D.C., the Nationals gave Tim this string backpack that we used at this game.
While the Yankees were still hitting, I went behind home plate to take a panaramic:
…and we saw Freddy Sez…who had a less than prophetic message on this sign:
Later, we jinxed the Yankees by having Tim — a true blue Mariners fan — ding Freddy’s pan — TAKE THAT YANKEES!
I watched the M’s prepare for BP:
You can’t tell in this picture, but King Felix was swinging a bat behind the cage. I noticed that it was Ronny Cedeno’s bat. Griff, on the other hand, was swinging a Ken Griffey, Jr. bat.
Griff and Ichi were in the first group of M’s hitters and they practiced their bunting:
A few minutes later, we were banished from the field level. We made our way to the less exclusive bleachers where my dad became the first Cook to snag a ball at Yankee Stadium. It was Mariners BP homerun. It bounced into the field level seats and my pappy reached out and grabbed it before it could fall back down to the field level seats. Here he is with his bounty:
Then my dad and Tim posed for a picture in the bleachers:
Tim asked my mom if she’d take a picture of him with his water bottle on his head. And she’s a grandma, so she said yes:
Soon, BP was finished and it was time to explore the stadium. We started by climbing the stairs in RF to the highest spot in RF where I took this picture:
That’s the number 4 train speeding by the outfield wall — which it did all night long. Tim loves trains. So it was cool to have one zooming by every couple of minutes. Our seats were in the third to last row right on the aisle under the big ball on the AT&T sign — and they cost me only $5/ticket.
While up there, I zoomed in on the new Monument Park…
…and this picture of Carsten Charles Sabbathia — who looked almost as big as Monument Park:
While Tim hung out with Grandpa, I got this picture with my mom:
And then we got a family picture (except for me wife who is home watching the puppy and relaxing):
Then we went to the highest spot in LF. I took this picture showing the bleachers and the bullpens, etc.:
Then we headed to our seats. Here is Tim standing on the row in front of our seats. Check it out, traditional “bleachers” with no seat backs:
By the way, for anyone interest in it, this picture was taking from Section 238, Row 22, Seat 2. From that spot, we watched Jason Vargas warm-up for the game:
From our seats, this is what you see if you look behind you over your right shoulder:
Here is what they mean: 4 – Lou Gehrig; 3 – Babe Ruth; 5 – Joe DiMaggio, 7 – Mickey Mantle, 37 – Casey Stengel; 8 – Yogi Berra & Bill Dickey (retired together in 1972); 16 – Whitey Ford; 15 – Thurmon Munson; 32 – Elston Howard; 9 – Roger Maris; 10 – Phil Rizzuto; 1 – Billy Martin; 44 – Reggie Jackson; 23 – Don Mattingly; 49 – Ron Guidry; and 42 – Jackie Robinson (in Dodger Blue instead of Yankee blue).
My main gripe with new Yankee Stadium is that it is sorta like a museum with tons of armed guards stationed everywhere to keep the museum safe from the riff-raff that trudge through it. There were armed police officers all over the place. Tons and tons of them. And one of the main goals of the place seems to be to keep the low paying customers out of the way of the high paying customers. However, I was very happy to learn that they don’t really care what you do in the concourse (other than carry your son on your shoulders). Specifically, in the outfield concourse directly on the back side of the retired numbers no one cared if Tim and I played catch. We didn’t just throw one or two balls. We full-on played catched for several innings at a time twice. Here we are having a lot of fun (and I could even see Ichiro score the first run of the game from here):
After our first catching session, Tim got an ice cream helmet for $6.50:
Hey, have you heard at all about some seats having an obstructed view in CF in Yankee Stadium? The rumors are true — how in the world did they failed to plan around this?
Eventually, my dad wanted to see the team store so we went exploring. Here is a panaramic from the second deck in LF foul territory:
Here is the main entrance to the Yankees front office:
They do have standing room in the open air concourse behind the field level where anyone can stand and watch the action. Here is a shot of Kenji Johima getting drilled by a pitch:
Here is another shot of the Great Hall — this time at night with the readboards lit up in blut lights:
When we got back to our seats, it seemed like some of the crowd had left. We were able to get some seats down in the first row above the Mariners bullpen.
Notice the armed guard right next to us.
We watched David Aardsma warm up:
The M’s bullpen is a colorful group of guys. They have a bunch of traditions that help them build a sense of family in the pen. One is a pink backpack that rookie reliever Chris Jakubauskas carries everywhere. Another is a bunch of warrior helmets the releivers take with them:
Here is 30-year-old rookie Jakubauskas sitting with one of the helmets:
Jak and M’s bullpen catcher, Jason Phillips — a heck of a good guy as I’ve come to learn — were having a great time in the bullpen. A bunch of Yankees fans were playfully heckling them and they were playing right along. Eventually, Jason Phillips rewarded me with a ball after I called out his name:
After Phillips threw us the ball (the second ball he’s thrown us this season), I got an idea. The M’s tote around all sorts of odd things in their pink backpack. I thought I’d try to give them something to add to the mix. I’ve had an A-Rod Mariners photo ball sitting around the house for years that I just can’t stand. I thought it might find a happier home in the pink backpack. So I wrote a message on it:
After Aardsma shut the Yankees down for the Mariners win, I tried to get Phillips’ attention again. I think I may be one of the only people who knows his name while at a Mariners game. So he has responded well to me calling his name. I yelled out again and showed him the ball and said I wanted to throw it to him. He yelled something that looked agreeable, but then he walked out of sight. He came back a minute or two later and waved a ball at me and yelled, “Its autographed already” and he threw it up to me. I thanked him for it but yelled back, “Thanks. But I want you to have *this ball*.” I threw it down to him. My mom yelled, “Read it!”
Phillips picked it up and read it. He gave me a big smile and a thumbs up and walked out of sight. By golly, I think it worked! (Stay tuned for future entries to see if it really worked!)
Interestingly, the autographed ball made it two balls from Phillips in about 10 minutes. Here they are with one of our tickets and Tim’s ice cream helmet:
After the game, we posed for pictures. Here are my folks:
Tim was too tired for our picture. The game ended at 11 o’clock due in part to a 30 minute “rain delay” despite absolultely no rain and the field ever being covered.
Here is Tim a few minutes later in the subway:
Now, its off to Boston!
Season Fan Stats:
15 Games (plus one 5+ hour rain out with no game)
6 Stadiums (Safeco Field, Camden Yards, Citizens Bank Park, Citi Field and Nationals Park, Yankee Stadium)
13 Teams (Mariners, A’s, Rangers, Rays, Orioles, Tigers, Yankees, Phillies, Mets, Nationals, Braves and Padres, Dodgers — and sort of the Giants)
11 Ice Cream Helmets (Mariners (4), Phillies (3), Mets, Nationals (2), and Yankees)
11 Baseballs (7 Mariners, 2 Rangers, 1 Phillies, 1 Umpire)
3 Divisions Closed Out (So far in Tim’s Life — AL West, NL East, NL West)
2 Autographs (Ryan Perry, Jason Phillips)
1 Player Photograph (Ryan Perry)
5 Mascot Pictures (Mariners Moose (2), Orioles Bird (2), 3 Presidents (Nats), Screech (Nats))