I wanted to go to Baltimore for 2 reasons. I have a friend with cancer. I hadn’t seen him in a few years. Our time in seminary overlapped, and we both served in Winter Haven at the same time. We often commiserated. I’ve been wanting to visit him.
I also wanted to catch a baseball game at Camden Yards. A Red Sox game. At the time I thought the Sox were a lock for the post-season (before the injuries piled up and so did their confidence). I wasn’t sure if any regulars would be playing. Well, the ones who could still walk would. I enjoyed my time with my friend, including the game. Here’s the story:
I thought it was a non-stop flight, but we made a quick stop in Albuquerque. The recession is worse that I thought- gone are the you stewardesses. I don’t think one of the stewards or stewardesses seemed to be younger than me, and I’m no spring chicken. It was great to see all the green as I landed in Baltimore. I was treated to crab cakes. We enjoyed a trip to Annapolis to visit the Naval Academy. But the Red Sox game had reached great importance. I both anticipated and dreaded it.
We arrived just before the national anthem. While Camden Yards is designed like the older parks, it really has an open feel to it. The gates open into streets with concessions and souveniors. It is not a huge enclosed stadium. We decided to eat at Boog’s BBQ. Boog Powell was a star for the Orioles when I was a kid. The servings were huge, for a ball park, so I didn’t mind the high price. While we were in the very efficient line (amazing for concessions!!) the national anthem began. I guess the local custom is to stop the music and soloist so the crowd sings “Oooooh!”. Very interesting.
We made our way through some light rain to the 3rd base line, the other side of the park, and our seats. The seats were covered by the upper grandstand, but the rain stopped. In terms of the field, we could see everything very well. The board that tracked the pitch counts was obscured until I ducked down far enough to see it.