Michelle and I did a Midwest swing
to start the 2007 season--the fourth year in a row I'd done some
Spring
Break minor-league travel...and the first year that I've done said travel in
northern, rather than Southern, climes. Just my luck: my year would
coincide with a massive Arctic batch of air covering the entire Midwest.
It cancelled one game on the trip--the game in Appleton, Wisconsin. But
they got opening night in in Clinton, and my wife and I bundled up to see.
Were it not for minor league
baseball, I would not have ever heard of
Clinton,
a county-seat sized town on the Mississippi. Alliant Energy Field does
reasonably well in the is-there-any-question-where-you-are test, since
it's
close enough to the river that I could see a steamboat past the outfield fence.
It also features a decent view of the county courthouse (which sits kitty-corner
from the ballpark, across home plate) and some factory belching out a massive
amount of smoke.
I want to cut the good people
of Clinton a little bit of slack, since it was such a cold night. But it
was opening night, and I therefore was quite disappointed in the
turnout...almost nobody made the trip out. When one considers that the
opposing team was the Swing of the Quad Cities, just about a half hour down the
road, there should have been
considerably
more people.
Of course, the folks at
Alliant Energy Field weren't doing too much to draw the people in. Outside
of the mascot, Louie the LumberKing running about, there was very little
excitement in the ballpark--and on a night like this with baseball as poor as we
were watching (nine errors...these were not only less-talented ballplayers, they
were rusty less-talented ballplayers), a little something more to get us cooking
would have been nice, even if it were merely some ushers talking to us a little
bit.
Alliant Energy Field has an
interesting history--it's just that spectators have to look for it. A
plaque
informs
us that the then-Riverview Stadium was opened in 1937 as a WPA project. So
why does it feel so antiseptic and charmless now? Is it
the bizarrely-scary note that Community Service Workers (are these charming
volunteers or those serving work-release sentences) appear to check in at an
office inside the ballpark? (Do they sell concessions?) Is it that
I'm bothered that a ballpark originally constructed in part to give work to
desperate Depression-era workers, is now being pimped out to a sponsor (it
appears that metal "Alliant Energy Field" plates have been affixed over places
where the old "Riverview Stadium" names had been etched in stone)? Is it
the antiseptic metal bleachers that have been added in the intervening years
throughout the ballpark? I don't know, but I wasn't thrilled with it.
The line of the wife goes, as
usual, to my wife. She wasn't a fan of Louie the Lumberking, Clinton's
mascot. Instead of a Lumberjack, she felt Louie looked like "the Burger
King king's porn star brother." Good assessment? I leave that up to
the reader.
Looking back, this might be the
second-coldest night on which I've ever seen a game.
(I recall my game in Wichita being a lot worse.)
But my wife and I got through it all right, simply because we were prepared.
I might have been the only person in America who bought long underwear in
preparation for my Spring Break. The only problem I have with the cold
night is how to score. Michelle (who started her own scorebook on this
trip...cool!) wore driving gloves. I didn't want to spend money on driving
gloves...I wasn't confident they'd keep me warm, and I was scared that my
handwriting wouldn't be up to snuff. I brought ski gloves, and spent the
game looking like a snow bunny version of one-gloved-wonder Michael Jackson.
So, on the whole, I can't tell if it was
actually the ballpark or a convergence of events that came together (subpar
baseball on a really cold night), but I can't say I was terribly impressed with
Alliant Energy Field. I do hope to head back to Iowa, however...as the
Swing of the Quad Cities' ballpark in Davenport looked absolutely gorgeous as we
drove by.
BALLPARK SCORE:
Regional feel:
7/10
Not bad
here...set hard by the river with a view of a local landmark.
Charm:
2.5/5
I bet an old
ballpark like this could be presented better than this, but I didn't
feel anything in this department.
Promotions:
3/5
I usually
appreciate the quiet, but at a low level of baseball like this, I'd
prefer a few more.
Team mascot/name:
3/5
Louie and me. In
this picture, the photographer is shaking from the cold and I'm in the
process of telling him that we think he looks like a porn star. Is
there a huge Iowa lumber industry I'm unaware of? I'll assume yes,
and think that the name is good. The shoulderpad-clad Louie?
Not impressed.
Mascot interaction:
4/5
Louie got around.
Pavilion area:
3/5
A bit of a nice
area wrapped around the left-field foul pole, but nothing terribly
special.
Scoreability:
3/5
Fans:
1/5
Yes, it's cold...but
for opening night, this was simply a sad turnout...both small and surly.
Intangibles:
1/5
Not a banner night.
Just didn't click with me.
TOTAL:
27.5/50
BASEBALL STUFF I'VE SEEN HERE:
Mauro Gomez's first-inning three-run
home run gives the LumberKings a lead they never give up.
Grant Gerrard gathers three hits.
John Whittleman walks four times...but I'll
always remember him for dropping a pop to third that--and I don't say this
lightly or often--I likely would have been able to catch. (Of course, I
never would have made the team, but that's another issue.) It's one of two
errors for Whittleman, four for Clinton, and nine...nine...in the game.