In The Cheap Seats

We’re in Section 553 for today’s Tribe game. That’s in the top half of the upper deck. The game is a sellout and these were the best seats I could get.

Although we’re far above the field, I like the bird’s eye view. We won’t be able to call balls and strikes or heckle the opposing players from up here, but it’s also fun to watch the defensive adjustments and see what’s happening in the bullpens, too. Plus, you get a good view of downtown Cleveland.

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Fireworks Over The Field

After last night’s Tribe win, they set up Progressive Field for a fireworks show that was synchronized with music playing on the scoreboard. As the likes of Heart and Led Zeppelin rocked the house, shells burst overhead and flames shot up to the sky. In all, it was more than 20 minutes of sound and fury — easily one of the best fireworks displays I’ve ever seen.

The game itself was great, but with the awesome fireworks spectacle it was like getting two fabulous performances for the price of one. It almost makes me sad that today we’ll be watching a day game.

An American Scene

It’s the national pastime.  For more than a century, professional baseball has been the focus of America’s leisure time attention during the summer months, when a fan can go to the old ball game, eat a hot dog, keep a scorecard, and root, root, root for the home team’s triumph.  There is something comforting and nostalgic about the leisurely pace of the game, the familiar sounds coming from the field, and the buzz of the crowd.

This picture, with friendly and helpful ushers in the foreground, was taken while the Chicago White Sox took batting practice during our trip last month to Progressive Field in Cleveland, before the heavens opened.

An American Scene

An American Scene

An American Scene

An American Scene

An American Scene

An American Scene

An American Scene

An American Scene

An American Scene

An American Scene

An American Scene

As Boring As A Rain Delay

Ever wonder what happens to the fans at a baseball game when there is a rain delay?

We’re here waiting out a rain delay at Progressive Field in Cleveland — although I’ll always think of it as The Jake — and I can attest, the correct answer is: absolutely nothing. The rain starts and people move from their seats to positions under the overhang. The rain stops and you move back to your seats and dry them off. And all the while you gaze anxiously at the sky.

This really sucks, because we have great seats and were pumped to watch a division matchup against the White Sox. So far, we’ve waited an hour and 20 minutes, with no sign the game will ever start.

Edited to add:  We stayed for about an hour and a half, then decided to bag it with no end of the rain in sight.  We beat the traffic out, and they called the game about 30 minutes later.