Did they reduce the price of beer too? July 24, 2006
Thanks to the orange line running every ten minutes during the evening, I missed a good shot at the new food options. I was only 15 minutes late for the raising of the gates, but the terrace food court was too busy for me. I did a quick search around for the stand selling half-smokes with no luck. Probably due to everyone flocking to the new choices, there was no line for some chicken and fries. The wait staff was very friendly, but give it a few weeks for the threat of more training to wear off before I give proper respect. The new chicken sandwiches, sold somewhere on the upper deck, looks good and the Texas sausages wrapped in a folded tortilla were drawing me in from the three bought down the aisle.
The red carpet was nice and when I walked through the turnstiles, I was greeted by Saul Rivera and the young Mr Lerner. The on-the-field fireworks during player introductions was a little much, especially watching the scared faces of those holding the extra large flag on the field, probably less than 20 feet from the launchpad. The F-18 flyover was fantastic though. Most of the other flyovers I have seen were a lot of noise and maybe a quick shadow. This time, 4 F-18 seemed to float in over the left field walls, flying in a cross formation, wings tilted about 30 degrees.
Mark Prior, returning from injury without a rehab start, looked very shakey. Two walks and two wild pitches for the first three batters. He was done in 3 innings. The great thing about still photos is that twenty years from now, when I am looking at my photos all I will see is the once, briefly great pitcher Mark Prior–not someone pitching double A ball in RFK.
Aramis Ramirez hit two out of the park. Double A callup Dorta had his MLB debut when he got to pitch run for ailing Escobar who had just hit the game winning 2 run single before pulling up with a sore hamstring. Dorta also got caught stealing second to end the inning.
The crowd of over 35K was small but rowdy enough to make it feel like a nearly full house. The beer was flowing a little more freely too, based upon the evidence. As Chad Cordero was closing out the final two batters, some young and very drunk kid behind me fell forward landing on his back in the next row–taking out some girl who screamed as if she was stabbed. Security had to go get stretchers for the kid and first aid for the soon-to-sue girl. On the way out of the stadium, I saw and smelled not one but two piles of puke. So, yes, party RFK party.
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- Author : Jol
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wow. drunk baseball fans falling on each other. good times. actually sounds like it was really not fun to witness.
you have to find the half-smoke stand. not only because it’s the local choice, but also in case i find a way to get up there for a game before the season ends. mmmm, half-smoke.
awesome the jets fly-by was so great. i’ve seen a few braves games with jets flying overhead and it definitely depends on where you are in relation to the jets path. if they are flying at you, it’s awesome. if they come from behind you or even from your side, it’s not quite as cool. it’s all about the anticipation and seeing them coming before you fully hear the jets roaring.
was this the “it’s ‘escobar’, not ‘gibson’” game, or was this the game where he injured the hamstring?