Way, way, way out into the DC suburbs is a
tiny minor-league ballpark. While the occupants try to get a new ballpark
every year, they continue to return to this run-of-the-mill field that's a part
of a high school complex in
Woodbridge,
Virginia. It's uncertain how much longer they'll remain, but I got in a
game in at Pfitzer Stadium during the summer of 2006.
The ballpark itself is fairly nondescript.
It does not pass the "do we have any idea where we are" test...I saw no evidence
we were in Virginia or near Washington DC. We honestly could have been
anywhere. The ballpark is charmless as well. There's too much
netting around the infield. I lost virtually all
memory of the place within a few months. But, and for the first time, the part that troubled me the
most was the way that the team's owner actually interfered with my
enjoyment of a game.
I don't mind some wackiness and promotions as
a part of my minor league baseball experience.
Seriously--it's
right there in the rubric. But it cannot
interfere with the baseball on the field. Art Silber, the owner of the
Nationals, did just that. Apparently, on Saturday nights, Silber coaches
first base for the team...and he did for the first half of the game or so,
before taking a seat behind home plate in his baseball uniform.
This
bugged me in the extreme. What we have here are players and coaches who
are trying to work their way up towards the major leagues, and Silber is
interfering with that goal for each of them. I'm not certain what or how
much a first-base coach contributes, but the idea that this guy is living out
some long-unaccomplishable fantasy at the expense of people who still have a legitimate
shot at making the bigs...well, that bugged me. He might say he's showing his love of
the game; I say it shows he's not taking the game seriously. What if a
young rich person (like Master P a few years ago, or maybe Marc Cuban) bought a
minor league team and decided that, rather than coaching first base, he wanted
to play first base? Why is that any less ridiculous? Mr. Silber,
you're out of line. You interfered with the baseball.
On the other side of the coin, I don't much
mind if players take jobs that normally go to others. Steve Mortimer sang
the national anthem. He was nervous...probably more nervous than he was
playing first base that day. It made me root for him all
the more...we don't have enough Renaissance men like that in the world.
Probably the best part of my trip was getting
to hang out with Tom. We found ourselves a seat away from some others, and
we said wacky stuff to each other throughout the game. That's just the way
it happens. He told me a good deal about Virginia politics. We also
had a lot of fun making up personalities for the players. Singing Mortimer
was easy, of
course,
but it went further. J.D. Martin was pitching for the Indians, and since
it was his first game for Kinston, we decided just to call him "New Guy."
We imagined his fellow Indians getting annoyed having to tell him how the copier
worked, or carefully telling him which guys are the cool ones and which ones are
the dorks to avoid. A relief pitcher, Cody Bunkelman...well, he was
fantastic. Just awesome. I caught a particularly resistant strain of
Bunkelmania that day. Tom thought I was insane. He didn't see
Bunkelmania spreading across the nation. I certainly do.
Perhaps the most damning aspect of this
ballpark is that now, only a few months after going to the ballgame, I've
forgotten almost everything about the ballpark. So I will finish this not
with words, but with a couple more pictures.
BALLPARK SCORE:
Regional feel:
4/10
Not much.
Only a local congressman's pitch and Uncle Slam save it.
Charm:
2.5/5
Nothing too
special.
Promotions:
2.5/5
Was the guy
coaching first a promotion? I won't nail him too much here in case
it wasn't. I'll get him later.
Team mascot/name:
3/5
Uncle Slam and I. I like puns, so I'm okay
with the mascot and the name. Team name...well, why not stick with
the Cannons? Much better.
Mascot interaction:
2/5
I don't remember
him going around at all.
Pavilion area:
3/5
Scoreability:
1.5/5
Fans:
5/5
Props to my buddy Tom.
Intangibles:
2/5
It was a fun
night, but the owner bugged me.
TOTAL:
25.5/50
BASEBALL STUFF I'VE SEEN HERE:
Four Indians pitchers--J.D. "New Guy"
Martin, Cody Bunkelman, Ryan Knippschild, and Randy Newsom--combine on a
4-hitter, allowing no earned runs. Martin strikes out 4 in 4 innings,
giving up two hits. Bunkelman pitches two perfect innings in relief,
striking out three and picking up his third win of the year.
Rodney Choy Foo, Nathan Panther, and Matt
Whitney homer for the Indians.