Today I attended a professional baseball game at Bricktown Ballpark in Oklahoma City…
It was a field trip for our school – though whether it was some manner of reward for status quo mediocrity or other sort of contrivance, I am not privy to such information. Suffice to say, it was an adequate opportunity to behold the complete lack of any distinguishable social graces or personal self-discipline by our public-schooled child-citizens.
Nevertheless… I was much entertained by the level of play by our local triple-A club the Oklahoma Redhawks, as well as that of the Albuquerque Isotopes – who hold a distinguished place within my own imagination as one of most cleverly-named sports teams, right up there with the Banana Slugs of UC Santa Cruz.
The game started out as something of a pitching duel… Oklahoma`s left-handed pitcher played the edges of the strike zone dangerously but with impressive accuracy, striking out six batters and giving up three runs. Albuquerque`s big right-hander (6`5″ 265lbs) came out throwing up-and-in fastballs in the high 90s, keeping the Redhawks at bay for much of the game – before losing his heat in the sixth inning.
Albuquerque had the livelier bats (11 hits), and kept a 3-1 advantage for most of the game, but a scrappy late-inning rally pushed Oklahoma over the top for a 4-to-3 victory.
This was my first visit to Bricktown Ballpark, and my first Redhawks game. However, with general admission tickets costing a whopping 6 dollars (and box seats costing only ten dollars more), I know it will not be my last.
Baseball is a sport that is best enjoyed live (I have never been able to give much regard to televised games) and I look forward to bringing my family (and friends!) to “the Ballpark” this Summer.
There are few things more sepia-tinged “American” than Baseball in the Summer.