It was still enjoyable wathcing the Golden Spikes vs. The Somethings
This past weekend I hit the road on a mini vacation with my best friend from college, who resides in Kearney, Nebr. Going into the weekend I thought I'd be able to write my column about my first minor league baseball game, but it was pretty uneventful, so with plan A scratched and really no plan B to fall back on, I wrote about my weekend.
My friend Jonathan has been a die-hard New York Mets fan ever since he was little because he "liked their colors" and for some odd reason the Mets' games were televised in Nebraska. Obviously, we couldn't travel to New York for a game, but since J-man hadn't seen a major league game all summer, he drove here on Thursday for a Royals game. The Royals played terrible, committing almost more errors than runs scored, but as always it was fun just to be in the stadium.
On Friday we drove the six hour trip to Kearney hoping to get some golf in when we arrived, but family members had driven in a day early at Jonathan's grandparents for their family reunion and we hung out there instead.
Early Saturday we woke up and prepared for a run to neighboring Gibbon, which was about 15 miles from Kearney, and then a five mile loop in town. Since running 20 miles on a Nebraska highway is about as exciting as driving through western Kansas, I'll spare you the details. Needless to say we made it and my wimpy knee didn't feel too bad.
After a couple of additional hours at the family reunion we drove to Omaha to watch a Golden Spikes (the Royals AAA affiliate) baseball game. The game was about as exciting as the run earlier in the day, but the Spikes did add a little excitement in the eighth inning when they scored five runs in the eighth to give them a 5-3 win.
I spent most of my time looking for ideas for a column without much success, but I did enjoy myself and here is why.
We paid eight bucks to sit on the first base side only three rows from the field. Eight bucks at Kauffman Stadium gets you a seat in the outfield and half a hotdog.
The vendors walking through the stands were more upbeat and friendlier than the ones at Kauffman Stadium. This is probably because they have to rely on their personalities to sell more products to 10,000 customers, compared to the 20,000-30,000 fans clientele on which the vendors at Kaufman have to draw.
The players aren't that much different. They just aren't the big names from the majors. I can't even remember the official name of the Nashville team who the Spikes played that night. The "Notes" or "Oprys" or something musical. But I do remember getting caught up in the excitement and atmosphere of cheering on the home team, win or lose.