Tag:Reds
Posted on: September 16, 2010 12:38 am
 

Unrequited Redlegs

I had hoped my business trips would give me one or two more opportunities to see games in other places this season. Sure enough, this week afforded me the chance to stay over in Cincinnati on Monday night.

An evening function threatened the ballgame window. I discretely emailed one of the VIP hosts late last week to ask whether he was a baseball fan. Yes indeed, he answered, and he loved the idea of getting to Great American Ballpark, even if we would be late.

So, sure enough, the business event carried on until just after 7:30pm, leaving us most of the night and only a few blocks' walk away from Reds v. D'Backs. As we prepared to sneak away, another colleague jumped on the bandwagon and we bolted together.

Arrived in time to find two things: (1) premium seats behind home plate were readily available, and (2) Joey Votto has opposite field pop.

Yes, we sat just in time to see Votto blast one. By that time in the game, we'd already missed back-to-back jacks in the first inning (Bruce and Stubbs, I think). We hoped to get a Chapman appearance, but it was not to be. We had to settle for a heavy dose of Bronson Arroyo.

The game turned into a slugfest in favor of the homees. Should have been good news for a team running away with the NL Central, but an unexpected fact confronted and confounded us: there was nobody apparently AT this game. Official attendance was a sliver over 12,000, and I'd still guess they weren't all there.

I just don't get it. You have a first place team, surprising pitching, an MVP candidate, and Cincinnati has relatively affordable seats. The face value of the seats we picked up behind home plate was only a few dollars more than similar seats over the catcher's shoulder in Oaktown.

Granted, it was only a Monday and, probably even worse, it was only the Diamondbacks. Still, wouldn't it be normal to expect a little better turnout for the stretch run as the Reds approach the clinching games?

Get out there, Cincinnati!
Posted on: March 18, 2010 10:47 am
 

Cactus League

Making my annual journey to Spring Training today. Feels like it should be a national holiday.

Catching the Reds, Dodgers, Rangers, Giants, Indians, Padres, Cubs, and maybe the Brewers or the A's over the next few days. Sometime around the end of next week, my baseball hangover will end and I'll snap back to work.

But in the meantime, 80 degrees in the sun with a beer and the crack of the bat.

Don't care who the starters are. Whether you're getting a start by Clayton Kershaw or the 40th guy on the roster, it's all good in my book. The upside to the split squad games is that you get to see future Kung Fu Pandas and prospect studs like Chris Carter and Michael Taylor. I have no idea what the pitching matchup is in the first game tomorrow. I'll find out when I get there, and soak in every minute.

I'll try to squeeze in a few minutes for a report from the front. I'm just grateful this day has come!

Thank you, baseball. Winter is too long.

PS - what's all this chatter about something going on in college basketball? Who knew...
Posted on: February 21, 2010 10:30 pm
 

PHX

A business trip took me to the skies beginning on Wednesday last week. As I boarded the plane, I was preoccupied by the jobs and several million dollars at stake for my colleagues. But something happened on the way to tourstop number one.

As the 737 descended toward Sky Harbor Airport at 7pm and the sun had gone down. I noticed that the sprawling suburban lights of the Phoenix metro area cast their pale, amber glow on citizens going about their evening’s living. Then something rose up – not in the distance but everywhere, in every direction. Bright, hot lights marked points on the map in every direction.

The baseball fields were lit like my very own second sun.

Thursday (the next day) was to be the first official day of pitchers and catchers reporting, with the Los Angeles Angels leading the way in the Cactus League.

It’s probably human nature that people living among these pleasures don’t even see them. The tall white lights were like ghosts, having conversations among themselves, to the passersby focused each on their own agenda. My taxi driver embarked on a dialogue about the economy. Not one word came up about baseball. And why would it? I can’t assume everyone I encounter will have caught the disease.


I arrived at my hotel in the Tempe area and asked how the economy had affected them. My check-in clerk replied that things seemed pretty busy, and activity had picked up quite a bit lately.

“If you look around,” he whispered, “you might even see a few Diablos staying here.”


My very own magic words. Tempe Diablo Stadium, spring home to the Angels, was a stone’s throw out the front door of the hotel.


We ended up in chatter about the new training grounds in the last few years – Dodgers, Reds, now the Cubs were on the verge of approval for a new complex. The Brewers, Royals, and Rangers were among many teams that had benefitted from communities committed to building them customized training cathedrals. As baseball fans, we conversed freely about teams and players in rapid fire.


Somehow, that conversation turned to Trevor Hoffman, which brought us to Milwaukee’s line of closers. We recounted together their recent list of names. Danny Kolb. Derek Turnbow. Flashes in the pan of baseball history, but still men who got on the mound. We laughed and shared a glimpse of envy – we’d sell out our own mothers for that variety of short-lived “success.”


And that was it. I was checked in and had loitered far longer than the typical hotel guest.


Thursday morning, I was picked up very early and was driven pretty hard by a 14-hour agenda. My hosts hadn’t wasted a single moment. Unfortunately, their business has absolutely nothing to do with the game. The upside of this week’s corporate tourism was that an upbeat sense pervaded every meeting. People felt optimistic that risks were being taken again, financing was available, and talented people were out there, ready, willing and able.

In the ultimate cruelty for this baseball fanatic, I left Friday after having seen not one moment on the diamond. No long toss. No infield. No bunting. No stretching. No mound. Not even a Diablo.


That’s okay, I guess. Work is work. I’ll just have to make it to Phoenix again on my own.

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