The Return of Hope
Pitchers and Catchers Report to Spring Training
For those of us that have survived a long winter of discontent, our hopes are renewed once again this February 12th.
We’ve been combing the schedules since early January plotting our ticket purchase strategy. Which teams will visit our home park this season? Will it be on a weekend or mid-week? Should I pick a game or two in September and hope at least one will feature a World Series contender on the field?
Red Sox single game tickets went on sale January 24th. I actually got to one of their games at Fenway last summer, better than a trip to Lourdes. We can talk about that later.
My home team is the Seattle Mariners. They are hard to love, but we try anyway. The first year Ichiro played for the Mariners Safeco field was awash in package tours from Japan. The right field stands always filled with Japanese signs exalting number 51 and his magic black bat.
Professional baseball is certainly entertaining, but the best baseball is in the minor leagues – not even A-Rod can ruin that. The most expensive ticket in the park is $12, and that puts you in the really nice section, behind home plate under the broadcast booth. You can have a couple of beers and peanuts and not have to take out a loan to add a hotdog. Nothing is as kitschy and goofy as the between-inning entertainment: the shopping cart races from third to first, the remote control monster truck rally, the kids running the bases in size 13 shoes and the “Fishin’ for Tuition” skill game sponsored by one of the local banks.
We usually get seats behind the guest team dugout. Five or six rows up, you can actually hear the game as well as watch the players; the swing of the bat, the field conversations and that wonderful sound when the bat and ball connect.
I love baseball. Thank the baseball gods it has returned for another season.