Do you recognize that line from an old song written on a scrap of paper in 1908? I’m not a baseball historian and I’m not going to stake my reputation on wikipedia but I certainly like those kinds of stories.
If you’ve been to a baseball game, they will sing this song and make you nostalgic enough to buy a box of Cracker Jack (not plural) for $4.00. Yikes!
On our recent visit to Arizona, my aunt scored us a visit to the stadium at Chase Field home of the Arizona Diamondbacks. No ordinary tour but a back stage pass!
As we toured the inside and out, we sat in the best seats, way beyond my price range. The most unique amenity was the swimming pool. This area sells out every year. You can enjoy, with 34 friends, a backyard pool party, food, drinks and a real live baseball game.
For $25 you can buy an 18-inch corn dog stuffed with cheddar cheese, jalapeños and bacon, served with a side of fries. The stadium roof opens or closes in four or so minutes which is convenient in Phoenix because of the brutal summer sun. Can you believe they air condition the stadium!
Unfortunately, none of the players were there, but I did sit in the dug out where, um…what was his name…uh…you know, that really famous guy? Whatever. As you can see, my fandom of baseball is sorely lacking but I enjoyed the back lot tour!
A picture was taken of all the yet uncleaned thousands of shelled sunflower seeds, and spat out wads of gum but I’ll spare you the photograph. I will also not share the one of the players bathroom. No bigger than an outhouse and just as ugly, the reason for such an unwelcome (painted red) facility is to keep players from spending too much time there. With only one toilet any reading or day dreaming could cause some very real accidents.
The tire plugged into the wall is for kicking, hitting or all manner of abuse for players to pound out their frustrations, anxiety or to keep from slapping around an umpire. So, no worries of damaging anything especially a pitching arm. That being said, the pipe in the top right photo was dented by a frustrated player with his bat! The bottom right show one player’s knuckle imprints in a METAL door! Even base ball players have their bad days.
My dad was excited to sit in the dugout! Is this a picture of my mom trying to channel the likes of Derek Jeter?
You don’t know the size of the playing field until you walk around it under the Arizona sun. No, they wouldn’t close the roof just for us!