After the horrendously loud and
promotion-saturated experience at San Jose's Municipal
Stadium the night before, I welcomed this retreat into a quieter ballpark in
a smaller city. While John Thurman Field wasn't exactly perfect. But
it was good for a number of reasons.
The ballpark itself is in a bit of a
non-descript
area, between a golf course and a bit of a seedy residential area. Before
the game, it's possible to enjoy some California Almonds while reclining under
an umbrella and watching people tee off. It's also possible to walk right
up to Modesto players as they make their way from the clubhouse to the dugout.
On the day we visited, anyone who wanted to could play catch in the outfield was
welcome to head out there and do so. Of course, this late afternoon and
many others in Modesto were insufferably hot, so where I normally would have
been disappointed to have forgotten our gloves, on this particular day I was
fine not to be out there running around.
The concourse is nondescript--a few
concessionaires tucked back by the golf courses. The promotions were
reasonable--there could have been one or two more at the single-A level, but for
the most part, they were fine. Sure, the hot-dog eating contest that
followed the game was disgusting, but it didn't interfere with the game, so I
can sit back and enjoy the disgusting
spectacle.
By the way, if you're thinking of going to
the ballpark, believe me, you want to sit on the first-base side in the shade,
and not on the third-base side in the sun. At the start of the game, I
experienced one of my favorite ballpark perks: an usher who offered to get
me food while I stayed in my seat watching the game. Too bad I never saw
her again.
Among John Thurman Field's biggest problems
are a horrible PA system: it's actually easier to hear the PA in the
pavilion than it is to hear it in the seats. Not that there was much to
hear: the PA guy actually took the time to wish his wife a happy second
anniversary. I don't like that stuff when it comes from the crowd; why
would I like it from the staff?
Additionally, I was a better scorekeeper and
scoreboard
operator
than Modesto had. There was a tough scoring call--fielder's choice where
everybody reaches, or error?--in the sixth inning. As I waited to figure
out what the scorer would decide, an affable usher saw me scoring (I didn't
notice anyone else scoring the game here, continuing the trend of nobody scoring
games in California...is it banned by the state Constitution?). He
jokingly said: "Just give Modesto a double." I laughed, but pointed
out that there was a fairly large error on the scoreboard: San Jose had
two hits, but the scoreboard only had one up there. It's not like one of
them was tough to miss...both were doubles down the line, one in the second
inning and one in the sixth. The usher immediately walkie-talkied the
booth and pointed out the error.
He
received an angry, harried response, something along the lines of "I have 5
people at once talking to me! Stop bugging me!" Nothing happened for
another inning, when the usher called back a second time. I actually
managed to change the scoreboard! I'm totally confident it never would
have been fixed were it not for me.
I got to see a pitcher, Ching-Lung Lo, give a
great performance for the second year in a row. Lo had pitched a gem and
lost when I visited Asheville in 2005. His promotion to Modesto was not
off to a great start, but he sure had a great game when I arrived for this
visit: 3 hits in 7 innings--2 runs, one unearned. Mr. Lo, I'm happy
to watch you at the AAA level in Colorado Springs in a year or two. (But,
if it's all the same to you, I'd rather not
return
to Civic Stadium in Tulsa, so get through AA as quickly
as you can.)
My wife and I met a nice woman--a mother of
two from Southern California who was conned by her 11-year-old son into
stopping in Modesto on the way home from a holiday weekend in the mountains.
She could not believe that my wife and I were in Modesto only to see a
baseball game, even though her husband does similar tours of ballparks. My
main concern for her was that she was turning around to talk to us. Since
we were in the second row behind a dugout, I had images of her or her daughter
getting their heads exploded by a foul ball. Hadn't she read the sign
which stated that that could happen? When I offered to have her join us in
the third row so that she could see any threatening line drives heading her way,
her response was "No, I'm fine." Thank goodness she was right.
All in all, a fine, quiet evening in an
ordinary--blessedly ordinary--ballpark.
BALLPARK SCORE:
Regional feel:
6.5/10
Tough to score
this since I have no real image of what Modesto's region should feel
like. They do well with all the nuts they sell in concessions and
in the team name, but they fall short in the view from the seating bowl.
Also, the neighborhood and golf course could be anywhere in the USA.
Charm:
3/5
Not bad,
but not great.
Promotions:
3.5/5
Could be one or
two more at the single-A level, but not too shabby.
Team mascot/name:
5/5
Wally the Walnut is on the left, Peanut the Elephant (I
believe a leftover from the old Modesto A's) is on the right. Not
pictured: Al the Almond. Modesto Nuts is an ideal name, and
the multiple mascots are quite nice.
Mascot interaction:
5/5
Me, a big robot from a local bank, and my wife.
I asked the poor schlub inside this foam outfit on a 95-degree day if he
was in danger of dying. He nodded yes with his little robot hands.
But he was still out there, along with Wally, Al, and Peanut.
Props to all of them.
Pavilion area:
3.5/5
Scoreability:
1/5
If I have to tell
your scorekeeper and scoreboard operator that there's been a double down
the line, well, that's a serious problem.
Fans:
2.5/5
I sat with a nice
woman and her daughter, but other than that, it was a pretty
sparsely-attended ballgame. Fans were quiet.
Intangibles:
4/5
I just flat-out
liked it here, perhaps because it was so cozy and calm.
TOTAL:
34/50
BASEBALL STUFF I'VE SEEN HERE:
Ching-Lung Lo pitches 7 innings of
3-hit ball to pick up the win, striking out 10 and walking none. Here he
is signing an autograph for a fan in the dugout before the game: