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Today I used my mom’s iPhone as the camera I had been using is now missing its upload cable. I apologize for the lack of pictures as it (the iPhone) was mostly used for other tasks for the duration of bp. If no one knows, the Marlins are big on promoting their weekends naming the days with exciting, alliterating names. Today was, Fiesta Friday:
It consisted of autograph sessions for kids 12 and under (oh how I miss those subtle benefits), live music at the stadium (train wreck because they also play the electronic music and they just make each other sound awful, and a party after the game. In addition, all the PAs were done bilingually in English y Espanol.
My mom trailed behind me with our mini bag of food and such (I would advise against trying to bring in food because the Marlins do have a policy against it but she hid it at the bottom of the bag and thus got it in the stadium) so she failed to capture the first two easter eggs of my career. Why my first two? Well, the Mets used to open two and a half hours early and so they didn’t have bp prior to the fans entering and the (field level) outfield sections in Yankee Stadium are rather cramped and so not many hit balls are that far away from the, rather thorough, ushers. Both of the Easter Eggs were in the corner formed by the tarped center field seats:
The first was all the way in the corner formed by the staircase and tarp. I saw it as I moved to the very front row and peered down it. Seeing the impatient baseball I decided to grab it. As I was starting to walk back, I saw another baseball on the ground about three rows up and decided to rescue him too.
For the second striaght game, I did not get a single ball (from the Marlins) in the Marlins sliver of bp. This is important because: 1. I had absolutely no competition and 2. I couldn’t get a ball from the players in left center field becausei was not allowed into left field because those seats are club level. This means that my only hopes for putting up big numbers were that either two of the worst and most righty dominant line-ups to put on a power show to right field or that the pitchers would keep rotating and I would be able to ask pitchers un-familiar with me.
Guess what? Neither happened. My first thrown ball came in almost exact same spot I had found my first Easter Egg. Many outfielders were practicing and a ball was hit right in my “gap”. Literally right under me. I would have glove tricked the ball had Michael Bourn not come to pick it up. I asked him if he could toss the ball up where he said no but he did have a ball for me. He pulled a ball out of his back pocket that was even pearl-ier than the one that had rolled to the wall.
After trying and trying to pry a ball from the pitchers in right field I gave up and moved to my more dominant field: the group of hispanic pitchers in left field. I was in foul ground and didn’t expect for a hit ball to get there. I’m a little photo strapped as I only have 7 pictures for this whole game so here is a picture from last game’s entry edited to show you where I was:
If you can see the big red arrow towards the right of the screen that’s were I was standing just hoping that a player would pull a ball down the line because I was the only person within a country mile of whoever retrieved it. That lucky person was Enerio Del Rosario. Some righty pulled a ball right down the line, he picked it up, and I used my awesome Spanish skills to get him to toss me the ball up right. Well not really. He first told me that he couldn’t toss balls up. I told him that I understood because of the strict Astros blah blah blah. I then found out he was kidding and got the ball. Tee-hee.
I moved back to right field and things slowed way down. I kept calling out to the two people in right field that hadn’t thrown me a ball yet: Mark Melancon and Fernando Rodriguez. They just straight up didn’t react to my requests and since the Astros only two good hitters were righties. Translation: one Home Run through all of batting practice. I was going to straight away right for lefties and right-center for righties:
Why was I running up stairs? Remember that giant tunnel in the middle of the sections? No? Here is last entry. Anyway, to get from one to the other the route was up and over. My running and pleading was finally rewarded at almost the end of bp when Mark Melancon tossed me a ball. I then gave a ball to the security guard next to the tunnel to give to a kid of his choice.
As for the game, when I saw the empty seats yesterday, I thought that if I didn’t get a gameball this series it would be a disappointment but today was much more crowded:
There were no empty aisles to be found on the first base side of foul ground. I think that the rain of the day before coupled with the weekend promotions got more people to come to the last two games of the series (one of which I haven’t blogged about yet). Yet I should have caught a ball but a copule arrived at their seats which I was in. Had I been in those seats I would have most surely caught the ball.
Another thing of note is this unique peanut salesman:
If you can’t see he has a twirly hat and the glasses that come with big nose and moustache. He also had a unique form of paying. He threw a tennis ball at the person paying after he had thrown the peanuts and the person put the money they owed him on the ball by a rubber band it had on it. Though I do now wonder how he gave them back their change in coins?
That was it nothing for the game.
- 68 balls in 20 games=3.4 Balls Per Game
- 45 games straight with at least 1 ball
- 10 straight with at least 2 balls
- 15 straight games on the road with at least 1 ball
- 30 balls in 6 games=5.0 Balls Per Game on this roadtrip
- 5 balls*17,044 fans= 85,220 competition factor
- Time at Game 4:53-9:57= 5 hours and 4 minutes
First game at Sun Life Stadium but there was a bit of a problem:
Up until 3-ish it was really raining. The picture was taken at around 4:30 but I was worried by the overcast that the rain would return. Oh and the sweats are because I had just come in from Atlanta via plane that morning and those things are freezing inside. I kept them on because the rain made it so it didn’t warm up until after the time I got in line to get into the stadium.
That said, I had heard that no backpacks were allowed inside the stadium and heard this reinforced (sort of) when the loud speakers said no bags larger than 14x14x8. A back pack in all reality is smaller than that but I still asked a guard setting up if the bag I was carrying was allowed into the stadium. He told me that it shouldn’t be but because I asked nicely, if I got in the line with his partner that I would be allowed in. So I sacrificed a few spots in line to see where the partner would set up. It felt great being in the back of a line and only seeing this in front of me:
and then to run into the seating bowl and see this:
That’s right four people. Want to know what the sad part of that image is: ten minutes of batting practice had already passed. Sun Life only opens up an hour and a half early so knowing that there were two lefties pitching, I (err… my mom) splurged for the club level seats that make up left field and span the length of the stadium. This meant that I would be able to go up there for batting practice as well because people without tickets for that section can’t go in. I also left because maneuvering that giant tunnel in the middle of the seats is a pain (seen in last picture). If you thought the last picture was sad take a look at my competition:
The experience in left field turned out to be a good one for me not in the number of balls that I caught but rather learning what I was capable of. I have always regarded myself as a rather quiet person but found that I could actually get players to respond when I called out to them, even though I was thirty feet above them. The first person I got to toss a ball up was Wandy Rodriguez way in left center. I then got J.A. Happ to toss me a ball that I just barely got because he was starting that night and I guess didn’t want to injure his arm. Don’t worry folks, I was grabbing onto the railing with my non-catching hand and the fall would have only been five feet. Here I am with the two baseballs:
Sorry if I seem shiny-faced but the humidity is already high in Miami and that’s without rain on the concrete to evaporate. I then stayed between left and left center. Then Hunter Pence hit a Home Run to my right and I could literally walk to pick it up even though it was twenty feet away. I would have caught more hit balls but the Astros only real power threats were Carlos Lee and Hunter Pence and there were also seats in front of us that were swallowing more than half the Home Runs hit:
They are not the tarp-ed seats but in front of our section were seats used for football games that were folded up and thus had a twenty five foot gap with no rail or anything that make them off limits to the public. I was tempted to glove trick a few balls that were trapped in those seats (3) but decided against it because there was constantly security watching this area and I didn’t want to stir ill feelings in my first day at a new stadium. There was also a bit of an over hang from the upper deck and a few went up there but since the Marlins closed that for the rest of the season they were untouchable. Instead, I moved back over to right field when a few lefties came up.
Quickly I got a Home Run by an Astros lefty when he hit the a ball just above the tunnel I mentioned towards the beginning of the entry. I was on the right side of the tunnel so I ran up and over before anyone got it. I think Brett Wallace hit the ball but am not entirely sure. I had been pestering both Bud Norris and some other pitcher whose name I cannot recall now for a solid twenty minutes. They probably couldn’t toss that many balls into the stands as the Astros management is stricter than average in instructing players on this. I mean how else are you going to turn a profit while thirty games below .500. Yes, that is the worst in the majors. The point in digressing this much being, when the last ball of batting practice got hit into the tunnel just out of my reach, Bud Norris tossed a ball up to me without me even saying anything because I had, um, made my presence known shall we say. After bp ended, I looked around for a kid because I knew I hadn’t given a ball away my last game. The kid I think had a Marlins shirt on but I couldn’t tell because he didn’t turn around all the way. I had recently gotten my ball from Bud Norris but according to my labeling system I still have that ball, so I don’t know which ball I gave away.
I had some time to kill after bp So I took a quick tour of the club level. Behind our seats was a big food court:
Though, I should mention that the club level was clearly more geared towards football than baseball as many of the facilities were closed, including the food court. Something interesting that I learned when on a tour with the University of Miami’s summer program is that the Marlins really only rent the place out so any food profit actually goes to the Dolphins. Ready for some more football stuff. Here is there display case dedicated to the NCAA national championship that took place here around two years ago:
Enough football. To prove the concourse goes all the way around, here is a picture of our ticketed seats from the councourse:
The sections within the dotted Orange box are the left field ones. Here is the only non blurry picture of course of the most boring hallway in the concourse:
Guess what else was on this level:
I then got back to my seat in time for the national anthem. Get ready for more sad. The view to my right:
To my left:
Now I know that those numbers are skewed because of the cost of the ticket but how about a look around the rest of the stadium:
I saw on various occasions people walking two sections to pick up a foul ball. I later learned that the paid attendance was 17,000 but I would say the people who should up were >5,000. I was going to move over to the upper blue seats behind the visitors (right in the picture) dugout for any extended string of lefties but there were none . I was convinced that if there was a Home Run I would have a 50-50 chance at it because I had so much potential ranging room. Then a man showed up. The two first things he said concerning me were “Oh look a real Astros fan” and “we’ve got to get you a ball”. He showed up in the second inning. No later than two minutes after he arrived, Mike Stanton hit a mammoth Home Run that according to now, ESPN’s Home Run Tracker, formerly, Hit Tracker Online, the ball went 431 feet.
Here is the link to watch it. I am the one in the black shirt that starts off a section behind the two guys about five rows apart racing each other. As you can see I was pretty far behind them when the camera loses me because I had to move up a row to avoid the railing but had the ball been a row lower I can almost guarantee it would have been mine as I only got there half a second too late. Here is the guy that eventually got the ball:
The ball landed about two full sections away and actually bounced two rows behind him before going back into the row in front of him.
That was it no more Home Runs. I should have been on the field level.
- 5 balls at this game ( four in this picture because I gave the Pence ball away)
- 63 balls in 19 games= 3.32 Balls Per Game
- 44 straight games with at least 1 ball
- 9 straight with at least 2 balls
- 14 straight games on the road with at least 1 ball
- 25 balls in 5 games= 5.0 balls per game on this raodtrip
- 5 balls * 17,806 fans= 89,030 competition factor
- Time at game 4:38- 10:17= 5 hours 39 minutes.
For those who know the Marlins, you know that they build up their team every few years to do well and break it apart the next year: