The Outfield Neighborhood

I’ve written about going to the ballpark alone a number of times and I don’t want to repeat myself too much here. The experience wasn’t that different from other solo adventures. I kept score, tweeted a bit and moved at my own pace. The movement about the park was probably the best part about this particular solitary adventure. I pretty much felt like a citizen of the outfield seats. Throughout the game I went from location to location looking for the best seat for a particular batter or player. When Adam Dunn was up, I hustled over to right field in hopes of seeing one of his prodigious home runs (no luck). I stayed in right to get a close up view of Ichiro. It’s a little sad to watch Ichiro at this point. He has lost a step and isn’t the hitter he once was. However, the White Sox still respect his arm. A runner rounded third on a single to Ichiro and he fired a bullet back to the infield. If the runner had gone he would have been out by a mile.

Anyway, if I got tired of the sunshine, I found some shade, right up against the batter’s eye in the left center. It was a bit of an obstructed view, but I had two little bleacher rows all to myself, almost like a cot. I kicked off my sandals had my Sprite and lemonade and cooled off. The farthest I got from the outfield was when I went to the Burger Barn. I opted for the burger stuffed with bacon and cheddar cheese. I think my expectations were just too high or I waited too long to get the burger. Sadly it was hockey puck dry, a danger of bacon as stuffing I suppose. The outside was actually hard, almost like a crust that wasn’t pleasant either. I’ll give the other burger, a half beef half pork creation, a try on another trip. It was great ping ponging back and forth on the outfield concourse. It has a bit of a street festival atmosphere. The concourse is wide, there are plenty of food choices and the fans are socializing, drinking and watching the game, not necessarily in that order. If there is any positive about the low attendance thus far this season is that, within reason, a fan can move around the park and literally take it all in. That isn’t possible if all of the seats are filled. I’ll admit, there is a lot to be said for the atmosphere of a full house, but the atmosphere at US Cellular is enjoyable, especially on the great causeway of the Cell outfield.

As far as the game went, it was a pretty good. Chris Sale was very good, at times even dominant. I feel a bit like the guy who watches car races for the crashes, but I get that feeling watching Sale pitch. He has such a violent motion, especially when it comes to his elbow that I feel like he just can’t last, that I’m pretty much watching a guy destroy his arm. Yet, when he is on, he is something to see, make no mistake. There wasn’t a great deal of power on display by the Sox, but they did manage to scratch four runs across for the win, including the ever-popular rbi walk. Even so, a win is a win and a great day walking around the concourse makes it a little better.


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  • First time reading your blog & I had to write because I only get to White Sox Park (or Chicago, in fact) once a summer but I always try to go when the Sox are in town. And I usually opt for bleacher seats & a day game because I think as you do that the causeway in the outfield is great. And for a day game with good weather, doublely so. (Was that a word or teen-talk?) Anyway, I don't get as alarmed by Sale's delivery as most, including you. Guess I don't see him live often enough. But Zach Stewart throwing to anyone past the Babe Ruth league-level makes me nervous as a long-tailed coyote in a roomful of rocking chairs. Anyway, your observations about the outfield causeway are on target.

  • In reply to trumpd52:

    Thanks Trump! Hopefully you get a chance to come by soon.

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