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The weekend of July 22-July 23, 2013, we had a big weekend planned with some old friends and the Tigers and Red Sox organizations. My friend Heather and her kids live in Toledo, Ohio. We used to work together. She’d never yet met Kellan and I’d had yet to meet her son, Jasper. We’d been talking about getting together for a Mud Hens game. We decided to do it on July 22 because (1) Ryan Rowland-Smith and his Pawtucket Red Sox teammates would be visiting Toledo and (2) it was scout night at the ballpark and we could camp in the outfield after the game. Leading up to the weekend, Heather ended up scoring four tickets to the Red Sox at Comerica Park for July 23. So it was an official Red Sox-Tigers AAA-MLB weekend for the Cook boys.
The fun started on Friday, July 21st, with a four hour drive across Pennsylvania to a very nice hotel at the Pittsburgh airport. Although it was after midnight when we reached the hotel, the boys were excited and ready to wrestle when we reached our room:
Have you ever seen the movie “Elizabethtown”? If not, you should. It’s really good. A simple story with no special effects or crazy plot twists, but some great characters. Two of the great characters are “Chuck & Cindy” a couple who (along with their huge wedding party) take over the hotel where the main character in the movie is staying while visiting Elizabethtown. The hotel is always bustling with Chuck & Cindy (“Loving Life!”) mania throughout the movie.
That’s how our hotel was when we arrived just past midnight. The lobby was loud and crowded. And when we jumped in the elevator, the “Chuck & Cindy” of the night was waiting inside the elevator to take a right up to their wedding night suite. The elevator wreaked of alcohol. And “Chuck” was psyched to see Tim’s Ken Griffey, Jr. backpack. Griffey was always one of “Chuck’s” very favorite players. A special player. We exchanged our well-wishes when we parted way. Loving Life!
The following morning, Chuck & Cindy mania was still evident at the hotel. We started out our morning with a little swim:
Around 8:05 a.m., an obvious wedding guest sauntered into the pool area for a refreshing morning swim. Of course, he still (or already) had a cold bottle of beer in hand. As we swam, he walked over to a lounge chair and promptly dropped and shattered his beer bottle on the hard tile floor. When we left around 8:30, he was still cleaning up the mess. Loving Life!
After swimming, we packed up and hit the road for Toledo.
Around 1:30, hours and hours before game time, we arrived at Fifth Third Field along “Gene Cook Way”:
Interestingly enough, my grandpa’s name was “Jean” Cook. For some reason, my great-grandfolks spelled his name the traditional female spelling instead of “Gene” Still, it was good to see “Gene Cook Way” up there on the street sign.
The park wasn’t set to open for hours. We just stopped by to take a walk around the stadium. The highlight of our walk-about was seeing these two kid-based statues in the outfield:
We stopped by the team store and got some Mud Hens memorabilia. And then it was off to Packo’s…
…a restaurant right next to the ballpark that is famous for being mentioned repeatedly by Corporal Klinger in M*A*S*H. Lemme tell you. Packo’s was TASTY! The boys both loved the chili. If you stop by Toledo, definitely check it out.
While at Packo’s I exchanged a few DMs on Twitter with Ryan Rowland-Smith and told him I would be sporting my “Hyphen” shirt to show my support. I was excited to see the Big Aussie in person. The last time I saw him in person was in October 2010 in his last game with the Mariners.
After luck, we drove to the suburbs and stocked up on provisions at Target. With tons of time to kill still, I punched in “parks” in my GPS and we were soon off to a nearby park to burn off some energy:
The park was great because it had tons of tree coverage so it was really shady. While at the park, I connected with Heather and we decided to head over to her place to cool off a little bit before heading to the game.
Heather’s kids, Elena and Jasper, had been to some Mud Hens games, but they’d never met a player, got a ball or an autograph before. I was hoping that they could meet RRS at this game. And, it could have worked out, but didn’t.
We drove to the game separately from Heather’s house and we arrived first. We headed into the stadium and I quickly spotted RRS out in RCF:
We headed out to RCF and he ended up coming back to the warning track and chatting with me and the boys for the rest of BP. While we were chatting, he ended up tossing Tim a baseball and signing a few autographs for us.
The unfortunate thing; however, is that Heather and her kids just went and sat in our seats. So they didn’t meet RRS during BP. At the end of BP, I told RRS that I was hoping Elena and Jasper could meet him. He said he’d come out and say hi to us during the game – we were going to be sitting in the front row by the Paw Sox bullpen (oddly, no one sits in the bullpen, it is just for warming up).
After BP, we toured around the ballpark a bit and got some pictures…
…and bought some food.
As game time approached, the grounds crew pulled the tarp out onto the field.
During the rain delay, we hung out by the Mud Hens’ dugout and the kids waved and gave high fives to players and “Muddy” the Mud Hens’ main mascot:
Eventually, it was time for some ice cream:
And then it was time for a scouts parade on the warning track:
Check out our seats:
During pre-game throwing and stretching, I got Paw Sox right fielder Justin Henry to toss a baseball to Tim. Tim passed the ball off to Elena.
And then right when the game started, the skies opened up and down came the rain. And it rained and rained and rained and rained and rained.
We sat there in it for a long time. Eventually, we took over in the concourse. Heather and her kids, who are not big baseball fans like us, eventually called it quits around 9:30. They’d absorbed enough rain and had to call it a night. We walked them over to the exit down the LF line, and then we continued walking around the ballpark. Here is what it looks like in LF:
Great standing room area for trying to catch a game homer.
Kellan ended up falling asleep on my shoulders for a bit, so he wasn’t available when Tim got his picture between Muddy and Muddonna:
The mascots were signing baseball cards. We got two sets of signed cards so Kellan could have some too.
By this point, the crowd was tiny and it was all pulled back from the field with most people under cover. We decided to head over to the Paw Sox dugout with the idea of trying to catch a third out ball.
When we walked down to the side of the dugout, we found RRS standing in the camera well looking around in the seats down the line. He was looking for us and was going to come say hi to Elena and Jasper.
With Elena and Jasper gone, he decided to hang out in the camera well and chat with us for about 2.5 innings:
We chatted about all sorts of stuff. It was great to catch up with Ryan.
While we were chatting with Ryan, the Paw Sox first baseman, indeed, threw a third out ball to us. However, Kellan was on my shoulders and it was thrown above my head at a weird angle and it clanked off of my glove and right to the people in front of us. It was a bummer, but what can you do.
Right after that, Ryan walked away and then came back holding a baseball. He chatted with us a while more while holding the ball. Eventually, Tim piped up and asked, “Hey, what are you doing with that baseball?” Ryan responded, “It’s for you” and he handed it over. It doesn’t look very funny written, but it was really funny how Tim phrased the question and the inflection in his voice.
But, hands down, the funniest quote of our discussion with RRS was from Kellan, and it continued a tradition of my boys saying random, odd things about their birthdays to Ryan. (Back in 2010 while we were chatting with Ryan in San Diego, Tim suddenly announced to Ryan, “I was born in the winter!”)
The back story here is that a couple days before this trip Colleen and mentioned to Kellan that he was going to be the next person in our family to have his birthday. Anyway, while we were sitting in the seats chatting with RRS, Kellan all of us sudden called out, “Ryan! Ryan! Ryan!” When he got Ryan’s attention, Kellan announced, “Ryan, my birthday is next noon!”
Not quite accurate, but it was pretty hilarious.
By the way, during this whole conversation with RRS, it was raining constantly. So he chose to hang out in the camera well in the rain and chat with us instead of sitting under cover in the dugout. It was pretty cool.
Oh, yeah, that reminds me that we also talked about rain outs. He couldn’t believe that the game had not been called due to rain. He described how rainout decisions are made. It was pretty interesting. And I was sure the game would be called when the Mud Hens scored two runs to take the lead in the bottom of the seventh inning. But, thankfully, it was not.
Eventually, RRS had to get back to his teammates. It was great catching up with him.
We took a little walk in the concourse. Guess who we found in the concourse right behind home plate? This guy:
It was Alfredo Aceves. For some odd reason, he was acting like he was watching pitches and hitting baseballs with a fake bat.
We ended up sitting right behind the Paw Sox dugout for the end of the game…
…, which the Paw Sox came back to win in ten innings.
Unfortunately, due to the rain, post-game fireworks AND the camp out on the field were cancelled. Fortunately for us, Heather and contemplated the possibility that our camp out would be rained out before she took off and she offered to house us for the night if it was cancelled. We were grateful to have nice warm beds for the night.
We had an usher take our photo before heading out of the ballpark and back to Heather’s house:
In the morning, he headed north to Detroit. The game was scheduled for 1:00 p.m. so we wanted to get there as soon as possible, and I wanted to grab some breakfast at the little diner at the ballpark too.
On our way into Detroit, we stopped to take a look at the site of the old Tiger Stadium:
I’m kicking myself now because I didn’t realize the field is still out there and that we could have tossed a ball around and hit some baseballs out on the Tiger Stadium field. Oh, well, I guess we have to go back to Detroit again!
We had a tasty pancake and bacon breakfast…
…at Leo’s Coney Island Downtown.
After breakfast, we headed out to get in line for the ballpark to open about 10-15 minutes later.
We got what would have been a great picture with the big tiger…
…had Kellan not been doing that crazy squinty face.
Check out the huge line in front of us:
As I excepted, there was no BP before this day game. For Tim and me, this was our fourth game at Comerica Park and third game with no BP. There were no players on the field, but we could see a Red Sox pitcher throwing in the bullpen. So we headed out there and watched Jon Lester…
…throw a bullpen session. He was really working. He had two coaches talking mechanics with him and he was dripping with sweat.
After Lester finished up, all of the Red Sox personnel in the bullpen headed back to the clubhouse. There was nothing happening on the field and the sun was beating down on us already. So we headed over to the 1B line. We hung out in the shade for a long time and the boys played with their water squirters:
When the pitches came out to warm up about half hour before the game, we headed back over to the bullpens to watch:
I was thinking that we were in for a great pitchers’ dual with Buchholz for the Red Sox against Verlander for the Tigers. I already that Verlander was going to pitch. Because Detroit is about 9 hours from our house, I was really hoping that Verlander would throw a near perfect game and the game would fly by in less than 3 hours. Adding Buchholz to the mix, I thought, had the possibility of helping the game go quickly. But Buchholz was just getting in some throwing. He was not the starter for the Red Sox, that job went to Felix Doubront.
Before Doubront started throwing in the bullpen, bullpen catcher Dana LeVangie did some work with Red Sox starting catcher Ryan Lavarnway…
…and then he gave one of the three baseballs he was using to Tim.
With game time fast approaching, we decided to get some ice cream over by the tiger-go-round. On our way out of the LF seats, we got pictures of all of the statues in the LF concourse, including Ty Cobb…
…, Willie Horton…
…, Hank Greenberg…
…, Charlie Gehringer…
…, Hal Newhouser…
…, and Al Kaline:
Right as the game was starting, the boys were cooling off in the shade eating ice cream:
And then they went crazy on the tiger-go-round:
From the tiger-go-round, the boys wanted to go straight to the ferris wheel. I decided we should take a detour through the field level cross aisle. At the time, the bottom of the first had just ended. The Tigers had a 2-0 lead after two walks, an RBI ground rule double by Miguel Cabrera, and an RBI ground out by Prince Fielder.
Verlander was on the hill…
…and was pitching to Mike Napoli while we walked by on our way to the ferris wheel. As we passed behind home plate, Napoli lifted a soft liner into shallow LCF for the first Red Sox hit of the day.
As we rode the ferris wheel, Verlander was busy giving back the lead his offense had staked him to in the top of the inning. Single (Napoli), flyout, walk, RBI single (Lavarnway), HBP (Iglesias), Sac Fly (Ellsbury), and ground out, and it was a 2-2 game after an inning and a half.
It was like no one wanted the lead. In the bottom of the second, Doubront gave up three hits and then let a run score on a passed ball.
3-2 Tigers after two innings.
Our tickets came with access to the “Tiger Den,” which is a bar/lounge type place near the ferris wheel. We figured we should check it out and stopped by for lunch:
It was neat to get to see it, but it is definitely nothing to write home about. On the way out of the Tiger Den after lunch, I took a shot that shows the entrance of the Tiger Den from the inside:
After lunch, we reported to our assigned seats for several innings. Here was our view of Comerica Park from Section 134, Row 14:
Kellan has been all about taking pictures lately. He confiscated my camera and took a ton of picts, including these gems:
Each inning, Tim made a valiant effort to get a third out ball…
…, but (despite) absolutely ideal positioning, it was not in the cards at this game.
The heat wasn’t too bad so we were able to enjoy our great view…
…for a while.
I should mention that a few more runs were scored. In the top of the third, the Red Sox tied it up at 3-3 on a Mike Napoli groundout. In the top of the fourth, the Red Sox took a 1-run lead on an RBI ground out by Shane Victorino.
Kellan was just chillaxing and watching the game:
I caught a moment during the seventh inning stretch that I thought was pretty funny:
Check out how Paws is grabbing his tail and he stands at attention during the singing of “God Bless America.”
In the bottom of the seventh, the boys were checking out this baseball fountain…
…while the Red Sox were busy giving up their 1-run lead on a bases loaded hit-by-pitch.
We had had enough sun, so we headed over to the shady cross aisle:
In the top of the eighth inning, Daniel Nava pinch hit for Shane Victorino. In the bottom of the eighth, with the score still tied 4-4, Nava took over in RF for the Red Sox. The first batter in the bottom of the eighth, Avisail Garcia hit a deep fly ball to the warning track in RF. Nava went back on it and, to me at least, clearly caught the ball. But the ball shot out of his glove and went behind him and to the fence on the play. I thought it was clearly an out and “on the transfer” drop. But 2B umpire Mike DiMuro called it a “no catch” and Garcia sailed safely into second base. Here’s the video clip so you can be the judge.
Nava ran all the way into the infield to protest. At the same time, Red Sox manager John Farrell ran out from the dugout to do the same:
The play stood. Farrell was tossed. And the Red Sox were in a bit of a jam.
The Red Sox didn’t do themselves any favors when they followed the Garcia at bat with E-1 on a sacrifice bunt. After a sacrifice fly and a single, the Tigers pulled to a 7-4 lead after eight innings.
Heading into the bottom of the ninth, we relocated here:
In the top of the ninth, Joaquin Benoit gave up a 2-out RBI double to Jonny Gomes. That brought Stephen Drew to the plate as the potential tying run. But Benoit got Drew to line out to RF to end the game.
Tigers win 7-5.
On his way to the locker room, home plate umpire Alfonso Marquez gave a beautiful rubbed up baseball to Tim and then another to Kellan.
Double thanks, Alfonso!
Another fan was kind enough to take a picture of the three of us with the boys’ umpire baseballs:
And then we made our way over to the Red Sox dugout. As the last folks made their way in from the bullpen, Red Sox bullpen catcher, Brian Abraham, tossed Tim a pearly white baseball.
Remember how I wanted this to be a quick game so we could get on the road? Well, it was 3:47 minutes log! Add in some time for post-game festivities (umpire balls and Abraham ball) and this parting shot of Tim outside the ballpark…
…and we did not get on the road until 5:20 p.m. (more than an hour after my goal departure time)!
We picked up some timbits…
…and other goods or the road and got on our way. It was a long, long drive. But the boys had an absolute blast. We do a lot of driving during the season, but I think this was probably their best drive ever. Tim and Kellan were constantly laughing, goofing off and getting along together from 5:20 until they both fell asleep many hours later.
Around 9:30 p.m., the moon popped up over the horizon. It was huge and bright orange. It was very odd and memorable. We took some really crummy pictures that do not do it justice at all:
Later, I found out that June 23, 2013 was a “supermoon” and the closest the moon would be to the earth in all of 2013, and it wouldn’t be this close again until August of 2014 (check it out here). That was pretty cool to see on our drive.
The boys conked out hard in the car and I just kept driving and driving and driving. I talked to Colleen and my Dad for a long time during the drive. Eventually, I decided to call it a night around 2:00. We were just an hour from home, but enough was enough. We got a hotel room for the “night.”
Even at 2:02 a.m., Kellan was still acting goofy…
…, here, pretending to sleep. Fortunately, they goofed around a bit but were easy to get back to bed. We slept a few hours, woke up early and got home around 8 a.m.
Wooooooooooooh! What a weekend of baseball with my boys!
2013 C&S Fan Stats
|17 Teams – Mariners, Royals, Phillies, Red Sox, Rays, Orioles, Yankees, Dodgers, Reds, Nationals, Marlins, Pirates, Blue Jays, Twins, Tigers, Mets, Brewers|
|26 Ice Cream Helmets – Phillies (jumbo) 2, Phillies (normal) 2, Red Sox 2, Yankees 2, Orioles 4, Nationals 2, Pirates 2, Blue Jays 2, Tigers 6, Mets 2|
|66 Baseballs – Mariners 6, Royals 4, Phillies 11, Rays 2, Orioles 7, Dodgers 1, Umpires 7, Reds 4, Nationals 1, Marlins 4, Pirates 1, Blue Jays 2, Twins 3, Tigers 1, Mets 3, Yankees 2, Brewers 2, Red Sox 6|
|9 Stadiums – Citizens Bank Park 2, Fenway Park, Yankee Stadium, Camden Yards, Nationals Park, PNC Park, Rogers Centre, Comerica Park, Citi Field|
|32 Player+ Photos – Oliver Perez, Lucas Luetge, Hisashi Iwakuma, Carter Capps, Daniel Nava, Alex Wilson, Andrew Bailey, Pedro Ciriaco, Mike Carp 2, Koji Uehara, Will Middlebrooks, Joel Hanrahan, Jonny Gomes, Alfredo Aceves, Clayton Mortensen, Rick Anderson, Tom Gorzelanny, Joe Savery, Jonathan Pettibone, Carlos Ruiz, Charlie Manuel, Justin DeFratus, Ryan Howard, Ben Revere, Larry Anderson, Gary “Sarge” Matthews Sr., Kyle Kendrick, Ryne “HOF 2005” Sandberg, Michael Stutes, Jimmy Rollins, Ryan Rowland-Smith*|
|9 Autograph – Hisashi Iwakuma 2 (English & Japanese), Carter Capps, Ryan Hanigan, Jesus Tiamo, Mike Carp 2, Ryan Rowland-Smith* 2|
* Normally, we don’t include minor league stuff in our “fan stats.” But, heck, this is Cook & Son Hall of Famer, Ryan Rowland-Smith. And by the end of the season, RRS is gonna be back in the Bigs! (Or at least he should be!)
It has been a long and busy off-season. On Saturday, April 14, 2012, Tim and I kicked off our 2012 baseball season with a game between the Mets and Phillies in Philadelphia. I had been looking forward to this game like crazy.
I had originally planned to take both boys to Baltimore on Saturday, April 7th, but I didn’t realize it was Easter weekend and we had a house full of family. So we had to wait a whole week to get our first taste of major league baseball for the season.
I’ve been extremely busy at work this off-season. And our house has been crazy. Having two boys is awesome. But it is way harder than having one boy. Tim and Kellan get along great most of the time. But they also create non-stop action, tons of brotherly competition, a healthy dose of yelling and chaos, and they require a lot of discipline…or at least a lot of correcting. Don’t do this, that, or the other thing. Stop doing this, that, or whatever.
Baseball season provides something that the rest of the year generally does not. Something I really needed. Extended periods of father-son time in an environment that Tim and I just really enjoy. No chaos. Tim and I have gotten so good at attending games. We’re an amazing team. Hardly any discipline is needed. It is just fun and relaxing days connecting with my boy and sharing our mutual love of baseball. So let’s get to it.
The morning started with opening day of Tim’s first year of little league (which is the newest chapter of Tim’s life, extremely exciting, and will be up next on this blog). After opening ceremonies, we hopped in the car, grabbed a happy meal from McD’s…
…and headed toward Philadelphia. I was loving baseball season within the first fifteen minutes of our drive. It was a completely unchanged experience despite the six month break. Tim and I had great conversations the whole ride down, except of course for during the 15 minutes that we spent battling each other to see who could sing the best Gotye “Someone I Used To Know” (Tim’s favorite song). Tim won! As my wife will tell you, I’m a horrible singer. By the way, Tim’s best comment during our drive was his description of what college is: “college is where there are lots of boys and lots of girls and you find out who you are going to marry.”
We pulled into the stadium – paid our $15 to park. Pulled on Tim’s new Ichiro jersey…
…and sized up our destination: Citizens Bank Park!
Bring on the baseball.
We grabbed a spot second in line. We started up a nice conversation with the guy behind us, another guy excited to be back at the ballpark for another year. And within a few minutes, a young man approached and asked, “Are you Todd?”
It was a 12-year-old boy named Harrison who was at the ballpark with his father, Seth. Another father-son having a great day with the sport they love. Harrison reads our blog and leaves comments from time-to-time under the name “Philadelphia45.” It was great to get to know Harrison and Seth a little bit.
Tim loves hanging with older kids, and Harrison was no exception. Here they are hanging out at the gate – timed exactly when Tim blinked (oops):
When the gates opened, we went our separate ways, but we’d meet up again with Harrison and Seth. Tim and I headed to left field. We were among the very first people into the seats. And within a few minutes, a Phillies batter lined a foul ball into the roped off seats down the 3B line. An usher grabbed it and spotted Tim from a long way off. He siliently (so Tim didn’t realize it) called us over to the “chain” and handed Tim his very first baseball of 2012:
Thank you, Sir!
We have somewhat of a routine for the BP at Citizens Bank Park. First, we set up shop right down the line, in the very small piece of foul territory that is open at the beginning of BP. Here was our view:
There was a Mets player…I think he was a player, although he was wearing shorts and no jersey…hanging out below us. And I notice something very odd…
…he had a glove with “Todd Helton” embroidered on the thumb. I asked him why he had a Todd Helton glove and he responded, “Because he gave it to me.” “Oh, that’s really cool,” I responded.
Soon (as pictured above), Johan Santana showed up and started running from the foul line to CF. At one point, he was approaching the foul line when a Phillies batter hit a long grounder right to him. I called out, “Hey, Johan!” When he looked up, I pointed at Tim and he started to motion like he was going to throw it to Tim. But Tim was holding his glove in his throwing hand for some reason. So, Johan pointed…or maybe he nodded…at Tim and then threw the baseball to me. I handed it over to Tim and we both called out a loud and excited:
Thank you, Johan!!!
Wow, Johan Santana. That’s a great toss-up. Very exciting for our first toss-up of the season. But in retrospect, our next toss-up would be about ten times more exciting.
We hung out in the same spot until they opened the rest of the stadium. We watched Cliff Lee do some running…
…and we chatted with Harrison and Seth who had joined us shortly after the toss-up from Santana. They had also caught two baseballs already – one from Michael Stutes who I really want to connect with some day on a toss-up because he once heckled my softball team while he played for the Reading Phillies.
Normally, when the rest of the stadium opens, Tim and I head out to the “pizza wedge” in RCF. But the Mets have a commemorative baseball this season that I was really hoping we could get from one of the Mets pitchers warming up down the line. So we relocated (along with Harrison and Seth) to the corner spot down the LF line:
We ended up standing right behind Tim Byrdak. I was excited. I have wanted Tim to get a baseball from another “Tim” ever since we got one from umpire Todd Tichnor. Maybe this would be the day!?
When Mets coach Ricky Bones (I love that name!) walked by, Harrison asked for a picture. Bones told Harrison to hold on and when he returned about 10 minutes later, Tim was a co-beneficiary of Harrison’s request:
Thanks, Mr. Bones!
And then things got REALLY exciting! Tim Byrdak and his partner finished up playing catch. A Mets batter had hit a grounder that rolled to a stop about five feet from Byrdak’s feet. As he grabbed the ball to throw it in, while pointing at Tim, I shouted out, “Hey, Tim, how about throwing a ball to another Tim!?”
It worked. Byrdak turned around and tossed the ball at Tim. Tim has made amazing progress with his catching skills over the last two months, but I was nervous and anxious and excited all at the same time as the ball sailed toward Tim. What would happen?
Without hesitating, Tim reached out and made a nice one handed grab with his glove. A clean catch with zero assistance from his dad:
When the ball stuck in Tim’s glove I was ecstatic. I literally jumped in the air and shouted, “YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!” I was so happy and proud of my no-longer-so-little guy. All offseason, we’ve been talking about how he’s going to catch a baseball (or baseballs!) on his own this season, and we’ve been talking about trying to get a baseball from a Major League “Tim” for years, and it all came together in one moment and sheer awesomeness.
It was truly perfect and completely made my day.
Some of our hugest “thank yous” ever to Mr. Timothy Christopher Byrdak!
We’ve been fortunate enough to get a nice collection of baseballs at MLB games, but this one definitely ranks right up there at the tippy top of the list as one of the best.
On the natural high of the toss-up from Mr. Byrdak, Tim and I decided to report to the pizza wedge.
Here’s a tip. When relocating to another section of the ballpark, walk through the seats, not through the concourse. That’s what we did and…
…Mike Pelfrey rewarded us with a baseball in deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep center field.
Before hitting up the pizza wedge, we visited the Phillies hall of fame area so Tim could grab the different metal baseballs that have finger grips for different types of pitches, and then spit some seeds down…
…into the bushes in the batters’ eye. And then Tim called Richie Ashburn “saaafe!” in our first MyGameBalls.com photo scavenger hunt picture of the season.
The pizza wedge was dominated by a family a four with two 13-14 year old’ish girls who got some love from the players (as did “mom”), before Mets coach (and former player for numerous MLB teams) Tom Goodwin hooked Tim up with our first pizza wedge ball of the season:
Note: the balls from Pelfey and Goodwin followed the more traditional, point at Tim and throw to Dad method…although, Tim made an attempt at the Pelfrey ball, but it was too high and sailed over his glove and into mine.
There was still more BP, but we were done. Tim wanted to play some games. The speed pitch, for some reason, wasn’t open. But we played the trivia game and the running in place game…
…in the deep LCF concourse. This season, instead of handing out slips of paper that say you played one of these games, you collect stamps in the little booklet that Tim is holding in the above picture. I’m not sure what you get when you fill it up with stamps. We’ll see later in the season.
After some game time, we headed up the steps toward the upper deck. We got this picture of Tim on the second deck with a view of the bullpens and Ashburn Alley behind/below him:
And then we headed to the back row of section 302 for what we determined must be the farthest seat from home plate:
Yep, make that two pictures checked off the 2012 Photo Scavenger Hunt list!
While up there, of course, I got a panorama from section 302:
And then we headed back down to the second deck for our first father-son picture of the season:
Thank you to a nice usher who snapped the photo. As my Little Grandma would say, “Jiminy, Tim is gotten huge!” Remember when he used to look like this? It is fun looking back at game photos and seeing him grow up before my eyes.
Actually, he’s done some much growing that I was concerned he would be too tall for the kids’ play area. But fear not…
…plenty of growing still to do before he is shut out of the play area.
Tim was excited after posing for that picture, he told me “I can even come back and play when I am seven!”
The game started while we were at the play area. Soon, we grabbed some nachos…
…and our seats in section 104:
The Mets were already winning 1-0 on a David Wright homerun to LF.
We spent a lot of the game (we’re mobile so not all of the game) sitting behind this dude…
…named “Duda,” Lucas Duda, and this other dude named….
…Hunter “Ugliest Mechanics In Baseball But Monster Power” Pence.
After nachos, it was time for Tim’s first ice cream helmet of the season. We took the scenic route to our favorite ice cream lady at Citizens Bank Park…
…that’s the view from Section 242¸by the way.
Most of the teams in Tim’s little league are sponsored by local businesses, but one is sponsored by today’s Phillies starter, Vance Worley (who used to play for the Reading Phillies):
Big thanks to Vance for supporting our league, but this, unfortunately, was not his day.
On this pitch, Vance got Jason Bay to ground into a double play…
…but a run scored making it 2-0 Mets. Duda was up next and he clubbed a 2-run homer to make it 4-0 Mets.
How about a random shot of British Columbian-born, Gonzaga University-alum Jason Bay:
Guess what? Tim still likes ice cream hemlets…
…and our lady still makes a huge helmet.
The Phillies have not started strong this season. And I noticed something…the fans do not seem to believe in them as much as in the last couple years, at least at this point with Chase Utley and Ryan Howard both on the DL. Check out the patch of empty seats with the Phils losing 4-0 in the top of the sixth inning:
I never saw that last season at Citizens Bank Park.
Tim wanted to visit the team store. On our walk around the stadium, we noticed this nice mosaic art piece in the concourse:
While Tim and I were talking about the little Phanatic in the mosaic, the real Phanatic’s mom showed up on the scene. I pulled our my camera and it refused to fire when the Phanatic’s mom patted Tim on the head. Instead, the flash delayed the shutter and it didn’t take a picture until the Phanatic’s mom stuck her hand in my face with an exaggerated “Hi, Dad” wave:
So I got a rare close up of the Phanatic’s mom’s hand!
Shortly thereafter, Tim became the owner of a new stuffed Phanatic:
We stopped by the play area on our way back to RF, but it was just closing down. Sad news. So we headed back to the now hardly half-full RF seats. Between innings, an usher took this shot of me and Tim:
By the way, Tim’s eyes were starting to look puffy because he was battling serious hay fever, which has been a daily battle for the last couple weeks.
The Phillies really did nothing offensively in this game. Well, next to nothing. They did get a single on this pitch to Juan Pierre:
If you look closely, you can see the baseball heading toward RF in that picture.
It is almost impossible to get an umpire baseball in Philadelphia (it would be easier if you had seats in the Diamond Club), but it was our first game of the season so, heck, we were up for the challenge.
We relocated to the concourse behind section 130. For a while, we stood behind the camera man…
…where we saw Ruben Tejada drive in pinch runner Mike Baxter…
…off of Michael Stutes:
And then we watched David Wright…
…and Ike Davis…
…make outs for the Mets.
In the bottom of the ninth inning, Tim and I slid into nearly ideal seats for making the umpire ball attempt:
The umpire Alfonso Marquez (shown in the background) would enter a tunnel at the home plate end of the dugout, just to the right of the guy in the light blue Phillies t-shirt in that last picture.
We had a great view of Jimmy Rollins, as he grounded out:
And a great view of Hunter Pence, while he struck out:
There were tons of empty seats in RF as Jon Rauch pitched to the day’s final batter John Mayberry:
Mayberry ended the game in the ideal umpire attempt manner – a high pop up that allowed us to get into position while the umpire had to stay at home plate.
We slid all the way into the second a row and stood at the little railing separating the really nice seats (dugout) from the ridiculously nice seats (Diamond Club). Tim and I both called out “Alfonso” when he stopped on the grass just short of the warning track to wait for his colleagues. He heard us call his name and fired an absolutely beautifully rubbed up baseball to us:
And then he left.
We lingered for a bit and then headed toward the LF corner on our way to the exit. Tim was tossing the umpire ball into his glove over and over while we walked. I noticed that there were two ballgirls down the LF line and I asked Tim if he wanted to get a picture. He said yes, and then yelled and started running.
I thought he was running to the ballgirls, but he had missed his glove and fired his new umpire ball under some seats and it disappeared. We couldn’t find it anywhere, but fortunately, a nice fan pointed it out and we retrieved it from a tray of peanuts (or some type of food).
Fifteen seconds later and we would have missed getting this double ballgirl picture, which was taken mere feet from the spot where Tim caught the baseball from Byrdak about 4-and-a-half hours earlier:
A pose with his umpire ball and Citizens Bank Park sign…
…and with the Harry Kalas statute…
…and then we were “outta there!”
It was an incredibly awesome first day being back at the ballpark. I can’t wait to fold Kellan into the mix for our first 3-guys game next weekend.
I know why Ernie Banks always wanted to *play two* — hip, hip Hooray for Baseball!
2012 C&S Fan Stats
|1/0 Games (Tim/Kellan)|
|2/0 Teams – Tim – Phillies, Mets; Kellan – N/A|
|1 Ice Cream Helmet(s) – Phillies 1|
|6 Baseballs – Mets 4, Phillies 1, Umpires 1|
|1/0 Stadiums – Tim – Citizens Bank Park; Kellan – N/A|
|1/0 Player Photos – Tim – Ricky Bones; Kellan – N/A|