Phew, at least kids dont like pizza

Seven simoleans for a single slice? This provided comic relief, after stopping in our favorite pizzeria Monday and downing four big cheese slices and two medium drinks – for $6 plus tax. Total. We couldnt judge the Munificent A’s slice size, since we didnt see anyone buy one all day – but who knows, maybe they’re as big as Jose Canseco’s head.
Welcome to Munificent Muni

This was shot near the ballpark entrance, at 12:05PM – first pitch. Can you make out the yellow truck waaay in the distance (just to the left of the most prominent lightpole) and the huge line of traffic behind it? Those folks, ticketed or not, could eye the stadium 15-20 mins prior to gametime, but likely didnt reach turnstiles til the third inning.
Well, this is the way we’ve always done it

Another photo from Priest Ave bridge, looking north. Again, it’s gametime. Imagine the delays if this relatively small potatoes event, scheduled a dozen times each spring for thirty years, managed to attract *gasp* ten thousand people!
Listen to your mother

The Incredible Hulk said sunscreen was for fairies.
Dumbass.
First of all, I love a really long walk

Unless you arrive an hour early to watch batting practice prior to a weekday split squad spring training game, this is where you get to park at an A’s game. They dont call them the Athletics for nothing.
Wasn’t that Super Bowl LAST month?

Waiting in line to buy tickets turned out to be the day’s highlight. First, it was partially shaded. Second, lines were sufficiently long to engage one another in thoughtful discussion about how far Cactus ball has degraded in our lifetimes.
Fred’s Foreign Legion

Code Blue, people. I’m all over our little friend in the hijab, so everybody just relax.
– Barney “Fred” Miller
Hot Diggidy (Filthy American) Dog!

Hmmm? Was this “suspiciously cloaked” onlooker simply warding off the sun? Or the carnal leers of subhuman, pork gobbling infidels?
Dont kick any buckets on company time

This was the youngest, most fit beer vendor we saw in our section of the park. Pot bellied guys in their sixties, maybe older, were lugging similar buckets around all day, up and down the stands in the hot sun. Oh, well, I’m sure with six billion in revenues, MLB affords them super medical coverage.
In The Belly of The Chase
After yesterday’s knock down, drag out summit meeting (more on that later), Prez Derrick Hall was kind enough to personally show us many of Chase Field’s cronyish crannies – like a second floor White House tour with Dubya – only our guide had a higher approval rating. And, unlike 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, no one else here was outside waiting to get in.
Impressions?
1. It’s a big complex under the stands! I had envisioned a clubhouse, some bathrooms, a couple meeting rooms and a cage, but it’s quite the little city down there, with a maze of corridors lined with snack bars, video rooms, lounges – in addition to the massive locker room and weight training facility.
What? No Starbucks!?!?
The kid insists this is Bob Melvin’s office. Then the "C" on the cap must be for Cal – or communicator.
2. Lots of construction. On the Diamond level, they tore out a couple prime suites off home plate in favor of a glass plated common area where, if I understood Derrick correctly, anyone with a Diamond level ticket can eat while watching the game. Not sure how that’ll work exactly, but if it’s truly free access, it should be very popular.
Locker room’s attractive, in a circular, commercial kind of way. Almost expected a US Airways Vegas rep to announce that my return flight to Phoenix had been delayed.
Not much activity in the locker room. We saw these folks hanging around Chris Young’s locker for some reason. Relatives, perhaps.
Who knew that a) coaches have a separate locker room, and b) Bryan Price was such a clothes horse?
This pic doesnt show the row of whirlpools beyond this therapy pool, but the Sea World scale decking should convey how large an area it is. It’s rumored the hook and life preserver were added in 2005, shortly after the Russ Ortiz acquisition.
Not much taste in drapes, but this is a back office.
"Randy’s tire" according to Hall, located in the hallway leading from the home dugout. Intended to supplant water cooler as primary object of players’ "affection".
Finally, here’s a couple of about a dozen plaques acknowledging franchise history. Derrick said he’d like to eventually relocate these to his proposed centerfield museum, where all the fans can take a moment and reminisce. Splendid idea.
Many dont know it, but the cherubic Hall actually has four babies – two boys, a girl…and this colossal scoreboard of his. It’s not quite as huge as I had imagined (feared). Still plenty big, but there’s a green "frame" around the visual screen. It seemed more ominous looking up from the dugout than it did from the Diamond level. Like most boys, we agreed that while size matters, the value of a scoreboard, like any tool, is more in how you use it. Hall sounded excited about it’s multiple functionality and assured me "its not gonna be advertisements". The board displayed the world’s largest test pattern while we were there, so at this point, I’m neither fer nor agin it. I like the new sign arcing over the scoreboard though:
CHASE FIELD
Home of the Arizona Diamondbacks
Yes, it’s corporate, yes it’s the "wrong" colors from where I sit, but it’s big ‘n proud and gives one a clearer sense of place than the old AZ Republic piecemeal signage.
A big thanks to Derrick Hall. There’s 30 club presidents in the majors, and I daresay there arent three or four who’d take his initiative (he – not his assistant -emailed me twice, after I lost his initial invitation in my spam box) to reconnect with a disgruntled fan; then set aside more time to personally walk us around. Was there a business agenda here? Sure. Am I more a potential nuisance than the average fan? Yeah. Do we still disagree on a number of things. Affirmative. But baseball executives perform their duties, address their agendas in myriad ways, and it’s not every day a club president escorts you and your kid around a major league ballpark. All that was his idea, not mine. Like I say, there may not be three or four others in major league baseball.
There may not be any.










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