To be sure, there were quite a number of
issues with Cooper Stadium. Its age shows, and not gracefully. I
dislike the ancient
PA system, the charmless pavilion, and the less-than-understated Carmina
Burana playing
as
the team takes the field. However, this July evening turned into a
marvelously fun evening with loads of friends--an evening I was pleased to have.
Rob, Yolonda, Michelle and I made it to
Cooper Stadium after a day at South Point, Ohio (near
the tri-point of Ohio, Kentucky, and West Virginia). Buddies Joe and
Alison gathered loads of friends and led us to the tenth row behind the
third-base dugout. As happens so many times when I get together with
buddies for a ballgame, there were many bizarre and memorable events to pass
along.
For starters, the whole bunch of us nearly
died in the second inning. The Clippers' Jeff Karstens pitched to the
Bulls' Elijah Dukes. He must have fooled him very badly on a pitch,
because as Dukes missed for strike two, he released his bat and it went flying
behind him.
And right towards us.
Right the hell towards us.
Even if I had wanted the bat and been foolish
enough to reach up for the bat, it likely would have just hit my forearms.
So I joined all of my friends in ducking down very low. I did not want to
get hit by a flying bat.
As
buddy Joe (wearing the Orioles hat in the photo) put it, "I'd prefer to go the
rest of my life without the little voice in my head saying 'you're not ducking
deep enough' ever again."
As we dusted ourselves off and made sure all
of our appendages remained, and as we confirmed that the people a couple of rows
behind us were also unhurt, we missed Dukes grounding out to third. We
also missed Dukes being ejected by the home plate umpire. This ejection
led the Devil Rays to finally get so fed up with Dukes (in part because he had
earlier said that "the major leaguers shower in Perrier while we get sewer
water") that they suspended him for the rest of the season. I appreciate
the D-Rays' priorities. Only AFTER he threw a bat at me did they toss him.
Indeed, perhaps
the D-Rays knew that I was a sports official--in the year when Delmon Young
chucked a bat at the home plate umpire, I would merely be the latest official a
Durham Bull threw a bat at in 2006.
When I wasn't in danger of dying, there were
a few things I liked about Cooper Stadium. They did a fine job respecting
the Clippers' history, which, as of 2006, meant New York
Yankees'
history. I love ballparks that have lineups from past years on display,
and Cooper Stadium had artists' renditions of lineups from every year from the
Clippers' history as a Yankees' affiliate. The mixture of all-time greats
with who-the-heck-is-thats is one of my favorite parts of being at a ballpark,
and Cooper Stadium does it well. As of the end of the 2006 season, the
Yankees ended their relationship with the Clippers. I do hope that they
keep the old Yankees' pictures up; when I'm at a minor league ballpark, I want
to see the local minor
league
team's history, not the history of the major league team. Wichita, Tulsa,
and High Desert all celebrate past minor leaguers from who played at that park
even after affiliate shifts. We'll see if the Clippers have that same
sense of history, or if their new parent club orders the relics of recent Yankee
history taken down.
No other aspects of the ballpark blew me
away. I was a little taken aback by the fact that a cemetery is visible
beyond the outfield fence. When my mind and eyes wander during a Clippers'
game, they wander to headstones. A particularly massive home run at Cooper
Stadium would not impress the fans so much as remind them of their mortality. The
pavilion is typically dank and dull. They try to make it up with a
miniature golf course. I'm not a big fan of such unnecessary distractions
from the baseball--any fan who'd prefer golf to
baseball
isn't a fan at all--and on top of that, the mini-golf course is so poorly and
hastily assembled that it's actually worse than it could be.
This is also my second visit to a Yankees'
affiliate, and the second time that the team played "New York, New York" after a
victory. I hated that just as much here as I did in
Battle Creek. We're not in New York, and
these aren't the Yankees. Let's keep that music special for
Yankee Stadium.
Occasionally, it's a close race to actually
be a charming old ballpark--the old, covered seating with beams obstructing
views is a blast from the past--but I'm afraid that there are just too many
negatives. Nevertheless, I'll probably be back. With so many friends so
close by, I'll certainly be back to see if they do any upgrades--and if those
upgrades will maintain the current sense of history.
BALLPARK SCORE:
Regional feel:
7/10
The
ballpark's strong sense of Clippers' history earns points here.
Charm:
2/5
Not much.
Old does not in and of itself mean charming, and Cooper Stadium
demonstrates this.
Promotions:
3/5
Not too bad for
the triple-A level, although the ones they had were periodically
annoying.
Team mascot/name:
3/5
Joe, me, and Krash the First Mate. Not
pictured: Lou Seal. Nothing special--or especially
offensive--about any mascot-related matters.
Mascot interaction:
4/5
I think
they got to just about everyone.
Pavilion area:
1.5/5
Scoreability:
3/5
Fans:
5/5
Great friends.
They'll keep me coming back.
Intangibles:
1.5/5
I'm afraid
that, when all is said and done, this place just didn't leave me with a
positive impression.
TOTAL:
30/50
BASEBALL STUFF I'VE SEEN HERE:
The Clippers rough up the Bulls' Doug
Waechter for four first-inning runs.
Columbus's nine runs include five unearned
runs off of four Bull errors, including a pair by B.J. Upton.