My Ballpark Travels   

 

Well, I did it.

 

On Saturday evening, September 18, 2005, my son Thomas and I attended a game between the Astros and Brewers at Minute Maid Park in Houston, meaning that I had seen a game in all 30 current Major League ballparks. My possession of the “crown” only lasted until the beginning of 2006, so with a trip to the new Busch Stadium on April 21, 2006, and again at Nationals Park in Washington on April 26, 2008, I’m back in the saddle, and have now been to 44 parks.

 


 

I can’t say that this has always been a goal of mine, since I was admittedly put off in the early 1990’s by the closing of what I considered to be perfectly good parks for the sake of expensive new ones, but the concept kind of grew on me from about 2001, until it became an obsession.

 

This story begins with my dad introducing me to baseball in the early 1960’s; how the influence of Air Force brat cousins expanded my horizons geographically in the early 1970’s; and how the combination of lonely business travel and subsequent frequent-flyer miles set me on a path to what would be the successful completion of my ultimate goal.  I will also include my rankings of the ballparks, and tips for making each trip enjoyable through additional sightseeing and careful selection of dining choices. Lastly, I will cover the highlights and unusual things I have seen along the way.

 

My dad grew up without a father, and had a very hardscrabble upbringing in Brooklyn in the 1940’s. Baseball was their passion, and through his older brothers, he became a pretty good catcher and fan of Joe DiMaggio and the Yankees. However, as for many kids his age and of that time, there was a need to spread his wings and grow up fast, so he convinced his mother to sign him into the Navy in 1953 at age 17. This extracted him from trouble in the neighborhood, and gave him an opportunity to see the world, as he toured the South Pacific. After he married and I came along in 1958, he filled an obvious need to be close to his own children.

 

I’m not really sure, but I believe I was 3 when he took me to Yankee Stadium for the first time, which would place it at about 1962 or 1963. These were the still-glorious days of Mickey Mantle, Whitey Ford and Roger Maris, although I have to admit that 1965 is the first season that I really remember, and I have no clue about the 1964 World Series. Basically, I only recall the “suckage” of the Horace Clarke era.

 

Everything Billy Crystal said about the grass, dirt and smell of the “old” Stadium was true, and in its pre-renovation state it was, and will always be, the most beautiful ballpark I have ever seen. I know that a lot of this is my memory of my dad, but I felt the same way when he was a young man. We always had a very special, close, yet understated relationship, and I trace it back to our private time at Yankee Stadium. And it’s especially rewarding when I chat with old friends whose memory of him is the time they joined us at Yankee Stadium. It’s all very special, and it’s all about family.

 

When I was a little older, we would play this trick on my mom -- I don’t think we ever fooled her: the Yankees generally weren’t on TV during the week, so he would have me go into the kitchen and ask him in front of her “the game isn’t on TV, can we go? Can we go?” He would look at her with these sad eyes like, hey, it’s the kid’s fault. She would relent and basically throw us out, and I would see a game on a school night. He was also great for going to midweek day games, a practice I try to keep to this day.

 

 

The thing was, the park was very quiet and relaxed back then, and you could just talk. It’s amazing how you can pass your values down like that. Think about that the next time the “Noise-o-meter” comes up on the Diamondvision.

 

Yes, we finally made it to another ballpark. It was early in 1965 that a neighbor gave my dad free tickets for a game between the Mets and Giants at Shea, where I got to see Willie Mays in his prime. The following season, the Air Force brats came into the picture, my dad’s brother from Delaware and my cousins Sal and Tommy. We saw the Mets and Pirates at Shea Stadium, the first of many trips to baseball games with them that continues to this day.

 

My dad’s brother Sal met his wife when he was stationed in Dover, DE in the 1950’s. They were well-traveled, stationed in Japan, Illinois, and then they ultimately settled near her family in Wilmington, DE, while my uncle did a stint in Viet Nam. We would take in a game at Yankee Stadium with them, including one in 1968 when there was a NY-Penn League ‘A’ game between Auburn (Mets) and Binghamton (Yankees) beforehand. Through the “Yankeeography” series, I have since learned that Thurman Munson was the catcher for Binghamton that day.

 

I was always impressed that Tommy was a Cardinals fan, as they had lived close to St. Louis. They were there for the closing of Sportmans Park, the opening of Busch Stadium, and the great Cardinal teams of Bob Gibson, Lou Brock and Orlando Cepeda.

 

Since we now lived about 100 miles apart, we visited each other a few times every year. Here’s where my knowledge of geography came into play. I was totally a child of my times: I was good in math and science because of the Space Program, and in geography because of sports and the evening news. I knew my way around the United States because of baseball and football, and I always wanted to see America. In fact, it was those halftime infomercials showing the Bio labs during NCAA football games that made me want to go to college. 

 

Exactly how many passes over the lower New Jersey Turnpike do you think it took for me to ask the question, “Dad, if we take them to Yankee Stadium, why can’t we see a game in Philadelphia?” With that, on one of our visits in 1970, we saw the Phillies play the original Big Red Machine at Connie Mack Stadium in its final year.

 

The following season, we went to the Vet in its opening month, the only time I saw Hank Aaron play, visited Baltimore’s Memorial Stadium later in 1971, and again the following year. This was it for awhile, but for one of those conversations.

 

It was a Sunday afternoon in May 1971, and I think the Yankees were playing the Indians on TV from Cleveland. My dad then uttered nine fateful words: “we should follow them on the road some time.”  This is what ultimately put me where I am today.

 

I visited MIT as part of a high school trip to Boston in February of 1974, and passed Fenway Park for the first time. Since both teams were underachievers for some time, there wasn’t really a big rivalry to speak of, but I still wanted to see the Yankees play there.

 

I was attending a game in late 1976 at now-renovated Yankee Stadium, and was handed a flyer advertising trips to Boston and Baltimore to see them play. I didn’t know such tours existed, but I was very interested. I didn’t pursue it in 1977, but I got proactive in 1978, with Yankees road games in Baltimore (August) and Boston (September). Of course, being short on cash, I did it on my own.

 

Kids, we didn’t have the Internet. For that matter, we didn’t have remote control on TVs. So here’s what I had to do to get tickets to what would become the Boston Massacre of 1978:

 

=> In April, I drove to Yankee Stadium and bought a Red Sox yearbook at the concession stand across the street.

 

=> I went to the bank to purchase a money order.

 

=> I mailed a letter to the Red Sox to purchase tickets for the games.

 

=> They returned my letter to inform me that I could only purchase $3 Bleacher Seats.

 

=> I went back to the bank; purchased another money order, mailed it, and then they sent me my tickets.

 

It was in 1978 that I attended my first ALCS (games 3-4) and World Series (games 3-4-5) at Yankee Stadium. Using the steps above I had tickets for Series game 2 in Philadelphia, which arrived the day the Dodgers eliminated them in the NLCS. I also attended playoff and World Series games (2 and 6) in 1981 with my not-yet-wife Maureen.

 

I had basically dropped this pursuit, what with dating, planning a wedding and all. I had never flown in plane until our honeymoon in 1983, when we went to England and Ireland. So now, pre-kids, I was a traveling fool. The next two years we flew to Maui via San Francisco, and then to England and France in 1985, our last trip as just a couple.

 

Two things happened relating to baseball on the Pacific trip in 1984. First, I somehow talked Maureen into taking in an afternoon game in Candlestick Park. It was the final game of the regular season against the Padres, who would go on to the World Series that year. The weather was warm, the game ended quickly, and she was a good sport about it.

 

 

Then the “big bang” in this pursuit for me occurred, the one that really put me on the path that I completed in recent months: we were in Maui where it was 7 AM local time; Maureen was still asleep, and I was sitting on the lanai, eating a bowl of corn flakes, and watching TV: Game 1 of the 1984 NLCS at Wrigley Field.

 

I had never seen an atmosphere like this before. The place was absolutely electric that day. It looked like a party to me, and I never saw people at a game so happy to be there and having so much fun. I really needed to experience this.

 

I wouldn’t be exaggerating to state that this pursuit would not be easy, since I wasn’t making very much money, and I would soon have kids. But in 1986 I began traveling on business, and plotting. I was determined to find a way into Chicago during baseball season. This would become an obsession, and I would soon hit pay dirt.

 

It was 1990, and I had a customer in Cleveland. I convinced my boss that it would be great to take their staff to a game. Sold! Royals vs. Indians, Cleveland Stadium. Then in 1991, I used a systems project to the Midwest to visit my fantasy league buddies Chris and Rick to see County Stadium in Milwaukee, and yes, Wrigley Field! Both were fantastic. The "brats" and sauce in Milwaukee were the best ballpark food ever.

 

1992 brought my first trip to incredible Camden Yards with the Delaware contingent and my first indoor game in the Astrodome on a business trip. Then I kicked it up a notch the following winter: fast forward to Christmas Eve, 1992.

 

 

I have always been close to my cousin Tony, the older son of my mother’s twin sister. As a result of business travel, I was in possession of a single free round-trip on Continental, which flew to LA. He was in graduate school in South Carolina, and needed a break. So we planned a fairly inexpensive trip to the Left Coast to see baseball nirvana (or so we thought): Dodger Stadium, and also Jack Murphy Stadium in San Diego and Anaheim Stadium. The trip took place without a hitch. Emboldened, we started planning again on the following Christmas Eve -- a cycle around the Great Lakes by car to get to Tiger Stadium --when my wife indicated for the first time that she didn’t care for the idea. OK, I’ll stick to business trips.

 

Business got me to Busch Stadium free (a security guard handed a Loge ticket to me; really) in 1993, Riverfront Stadium in my client’s box in 1994,  and opening day in Kansas City courtesy of the Kauffman Foundation in 1996. I also got to the 1996 All-Star Game in Philadelphia with Thomas by virtue of a postcard lottery in USA Today.

 

Tony and I got back to what would become the annual trips in 1997, when we began taking Thomas with us. That year we cycled through Cleveland, Detroit and Toronto, and came back via Cooperstown. The following year, we travelled to Baltimore and Pittsburgh, in pursuit of Mark McGwire. Thomas, at age 17, has now been to 34 parks, with only Safeco Field in Seattle remaining.  I have been combining the planned excursions with one-offs, and the occasional business trip.

 

One other important thing happened in 1997: my cousin Sal, brother John and I packed all of our sons and my Father into two cars and saw the Yankees play at Fenway. As it turned out, it was the last game I ever saw with my Dad. He compared it favorably to Ebbets Field, which he always talked about. I'm really glad we brought him there, and in looking back, I'm so happy that our last game together was Yanks-Sox at a special place like Fenway.

 

On top of everything else that would follow, a major highlight: on June 4, 2002, I caught a foul ball off the bat of Torii Hunter at the Metrodome. Ryan Drese of Cleveland was the pitcher, and I was sitting at the back of the lower deck behind the plate.  The ball was at its apex, so it was very easy to grab barehanded. On 6/19/02, Hunter signed it for us before an interleague game with the Mets at Shea.

 

Thomas and I visited California in July 2005 and went to all 5 parks in 5 days! While he was at the concession stand in Oakland, I got on the Jumbotron. My head has never looked so large! We also just completed our last trip for a while in April 2006: Milwaukee, new Busch, KC, and US Cellular in Chicago.

 

I do feel satisfied with what I’ve accomplished, but I have to admit that a lot of the steam has been taken out of it by having fewer trips on the horizon. We visited Denver, Phoenix and Wrigley in 2003; Philly, Detroit, Cincinnati and Pittsburgh in 2004; and then Washington and all 7 parks in California and Texas in 2005. I look forward to the break, but I also wonder what the next generation of parks will look like. Will we miss the multipurpose “ashtrays”? Will “retro” just become old?

 

The future should not be too difficult the as the construction schedule seems to hold Washington in 2008 (coming 4/26!), the Yankees and Mets in 2009, Minnesota tentatively in 2010, Oakland/Fremont in 2011, and the Florida teams TBA. Our plan might also include revisiting some of the parks closer to New York that we liked (Pittsburgh immediately comes to mind) and to follow the Yankees on the road as my dad suggested. Since they played the NL East in 2006, we saw them at Shea, Philly and Washington. We ventured to Minneapolis during Easter week 2007 to see the Yankees, leaving Thomas with just Seattle, which is going to wait until the A's move, so we can make a single trip to the West Coast.


In June, Thomas and I are taking Tony, his Dad, and son AJ to his first games (and some of our last) at Shea and Yankee Stadium.

 

Actually, I now have the answer to where I'm headed with all of this: a few years ago, we were in the Upper Deck at Camden for the Yanks and O's. There was an older gentleman in front of us, either Greek or Italian, bald with grey hair and a deep backyard-garden type tan, buying hot dogs and Cokes for about 5 of his grandchildren. I want to be him.

 

I'd love to get your feedback. Please send me an e-mail with your comments.

E-mail:tom_deangelo@yahoo.com


Here are my Top 5 lists:


Best All-Time

Best Current

Best Built Since 1990 

1. Yankee Stadium (1923-73)

1. Wrigley Field

1. AT&T Park (SF)

2. Wrigley Field

2. AT&T Park (SF)

2. PNC Park

3. Tiger Stadium

3. Fenway Park

3. Camden Yards

4. AT&T Park (SF)

4. PNC Park

4. Safeco Field

5. Fenway Park

5. Camden Yards

5. Comerica Park

 

 

 

Best “Middle Era”

Worst All-Time

Best Baseball Movies

1. Dodger Stadium

1. Olympic Stadium

1. The Pride of the Yankees

2. Kauffman Stadium

2. Tropicana Field

2. Field of Dreams

3. Busch Stadium (1966-2004)

3. Metrodome

3. Eight Men Out

4. Memorial Stadium (Baltimore)

4. Veterans Stadium

4. The Soul of the Game

5. County Stadium (Milwaukee)

5. Skydome

5. 61*

 

Best Food

1. County Stadium and Miller Park - The bratwurst and sauce, of course

2. Dodger Stadium - Dodger Dogs are the best

3. AT&T Park -You must try the Cha Cha Bowl and Garlic Fries

4. Camden Yards - Boog’s BBQ is a must

5. Fenway Park - Fenway Franks are excellent, and they have the "chowdah" from Legal Seafood



Lodging

We're guys, and we don't really need more than a bed, a bathroom, and a TV. A free breakfast of any sort with fresh coffee is a huge bonus: we generally like an early start, and tend to eat a traditional "breakfast" meal midday, after we've hit the road. We've stayed in many different hotels, but for these reasons, you are most likely to find us in a Comfort Inn, Motel 6, or Super 8.



My external food choices, listed alphabetically by city (they tend to be inexpensive)

Baltimore - Phillip's Seafood, Inner Harbor (For crabcakes, what else?)

Boston - Pizzeria Regina and Modern Pastry, North End

Chicago - Superdawg, Giordano's Pizza

Houston - Goode Company BBQ

Kansas City - Arthur Bryant's BBQ

Los Angeles - In-n-Out Burger (anywhere); Pink's Hot Dogs, Hollywood (best chili dog in the world); Randy's Donuts, Inglewood

New York (Bronx) - Cafe Al Mercato (Pizza) and Mike's Deli (Italian Hero's), both in the Arthur Ave Indoor Market; Dominick's
across Arthur Ave, if you have time: it's great family-style Italian, without a printed menu (or credit cards)

New York (Queens) - Jackson Hole Diner near LGA in Astoria; Donovan's Pub in Woodside, near the #7 train to Shea, which is an
excellent place to park-n-ride while Citi Field is being constructed in the Shea parking lot. (Both places were rated best burger in
NYC in different published surveys. You can't go wrong with either one.)

Philadelphia - Pat's King of Steaks; Taconelli's Pizza; Melrose Diner

San Diego - Cafe Guadalajara (Great enchiladas and margaritas)

San Francisco - Sam Wo's, Chinatown; Tomasso's Pizza, North Beach

Seattle - Just "graze" at the Public Market; there are a lot of choices

St. Louis - Cunetto's House of Pasta, Italian Hill; Al Hrabosky's, outside Busch

Toronto - Tim Horton's (the coffee and maple donuts require a 12-step program)

Washington - Jerry's Seafood, in a strip mall in Seabrook, MD; the crab is phenomenal, and it's worth the ride

On the road - Lots of Cracker Barrel, Denny's, IHOP and Waffle House (all low cost, high octane)



Where I’ve been (Total 44)

All 30 current Major League Parks


14 “Retired” Parks - Baltimore: Memorial Stadium; Cleveland: Cleveland Stadium; Cincinnati: Riverfront Stadium; Detroit: Tiger Stadium; Houston: Astrodome; Milwaukee: County Stadium; Montreal: Olympic Stadium; Philadelphia: Connie Mack Stadium and Veterans Stadium; Pittsburgh: Three Rivers Stadium; San Diego: Jack Murphy Stadium; San Francisco: Candlestick Park; St. Louis: Busch Stadium ’66; Washington: RFK Stadium.


Where my son Thomas has been (Total 34)

29 of the 30 current Major League Parks, except for Safeco Field in Seattle.


5 “Retired” Parks - Detroit: Tiger Stadium; Montreal: Olympic Stadium; Philadelphia: Veterans Stadium; Pittsburgh: Three Rivers Stadium; Washington: RFK Stadium.

 

 

  • Tom's Ballpark Ratings

     

  • The itineraries of our trips (includes Minors)

     

  • More Ballpark Photos

     

  • The story of How the DeAngelo's became Yankee Fans

     

  • Building Progress of the New Yankee Stadium (ADDED 9-17-06 AND UPDATED REGULARLY)

     

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