Monday, April 29, 2013
Times change. I missed the Scranton/Wilkes-Barre Yankees era. As you know, the RailRiders are in town, and the stadium has undergone a massive renovation. The first thing you notice as you approach is the low profile. The upper deck is gone.
Something else is different. Baseball is no longer enough to keep people entertained. I get that. A trip to this ballpark, and every other, means fans will be bombarded by a multi media blitz of ads and other assorted nonsense. The between inning contests bordered on tedious, but at least they were short enough to avoid getting in the way of the actual baseball game.
A note of thanks before I go...
As I walked up to the box office to purchase a ticket Wednesday morning, a man approached and asked if I needed one. I replied "yes" and was handed a freebie. The man explained that friends and family couldn't make it to the 10:30 AM start, and he didn't want to see the ticket wasted. I thanked him and offered to pay. He declined. By the way, the usher who showed me to my seat refused to take a tip. Anyway, it was a great seat-- six rows up from the 3rd base dugout. Bill, thank you for your generosity.
The food smelled great, but I didn't have any. There are specials on certain days here, but be prepared. It's not cheap.
All in all, and in spite of the sunburn, it was a really nice day.
AT 12:00 AM