Yeah, that’s me holding the mitt, filling out the scorecard,
listening to the radio call of the game, and wearing the team shirt just
purchased from the team store. The total
fanboy look. After listening to almost
two seasons of Chihuahuas’ games on the radio (and watching one on a national
broadcast), I finally got to go out to one of their games.
Earlier this year, I actually got out to two NMSU Aggie
baseball games that, since I’m able to blog again for the moment, I should
mention. Thanks to an endowment, Presley
Askew Field got a major upgrade with seats in the grandstand and a canopy
overhead. At some point, it suddenly
dawned on me that the stadium was just down the street and that I should check
out the improvements. It was $5 to get
in and the concessions, while not exotic, were at least tasty and reasonably
priced. In short, it was a great place
to see a ballgame.
Unfortunately, the Aggies themselves were having a down
year, really down. They went something
like 0 – 11 to start the season and never really improved. The best thing I can say about the two Sunday
afternoon games I saw is that the team was at least very competitive in losing
and showed lots of heart.
I have hand out two special commendations. The new radio voice for the baseball team was
really good and given how bad the team was that’s quite an accomplishment at
least in persistence. Unfortunately, I
can’t remember his name, which is truly embarrassing, since I went up to the
press box and congratulated him on the job he was doing. I also must, strangely, praise one of the
Aggies’ opponents, North Dakota. For the
Aggies’ emotional Senior Day ceremonies, the opposing team, with their buses
running outside the stadium, stayed late to applaud them as well. The previous day, they had spontaneously
joined in in honoring a little girl with cancer that threw out the first
pitch. Talk about good sports.
Flash forward four months, I’m invited by a couple of
co-workers, Jacob (in the picture) and Chuck (who took the picture), to go out
to a Chihuahuas’ game. The El Paso team
actually does have a really good draw here in Las Cruces. I was amazed by how easy it was to get to the
stadium from Cruces. Here’s the
directions: go south on I-10 to El Paso, take the Sunland Park exit, continue straight
at the overpass going down the Border Highway, turn left at San Antonio street,
and you’re there, literally.
The parking garage across the street from the stadium is $10
and is probably your best option, unless you want to try the stadium buses departing
from various points around town. There’s
a bridge to cross over to get to the stadium which trains run under. One came by while we were crossing that blew
its horn, adding to the unique ambiance.
There were also planes occasionally flying overhead, which is odd, since
the stadium is nowhere near the airport flight path. Car traffic is also clearly visible through
the fenced gaps in the outfield wall.
Inside, Southwest University I-really-need-a-clever-nickname
Ballpark (The “U”? The “SUB”?) is really
small and yet fully functional. Because
of the confined space that they had to build on, the park went vertical. There’s two decks of seating in the
grandstand. The outfield features an
elevated picnic lawn and kid’s area and a pair of buildings with club
seating. Fair warning, the lower
grandstand is in the shade, some of the upper level and the outfield areas are
in direct sunlight until sundown.
The concourse runs gambit of food vendors. I got confused and never found the hot dogs
or the ice cream or the nachos (served in a souvenir dog bowl). Yes, you read that right. I couldn’t find ballpark food at the
ballpark. Consult the vendor map on
their website and carefully note what section they’re in next time. The wandering vendors were selling items that
I couldn’t identify. I’m told the
Mexican food items were really good, but that doesn’t help someone who isn’t
into spicy food. Jacob found the Jumbo
Hot Dog Meal looking for his dinner.
Frankly, for $8 I wasn’t expecting a stale bun, and I would have
preferred regular chips to whatever those things were on the side. Jacob said his Barbecue Pulled Pork was good
at least. My best food recommendation is
the Kettle Corn.
The team shop, also on the concourse, was crowded and
expensive. However, I found the camo
jersey I’d been wanting since I’d seen the players wearing them. That item isn’t on the website and there’s
probably other exclusive stuff there. If
I’d had more time, I probably would have bought some souvenirs for some other
people, but Jacob and Chuck deserted me while I was loitering around, so I paid
for my shirt and hopped out.
Our section was in the lower level along the third base
line. I swear that we were closer to the
action than I was in the grandstand at the much small Aggie venue. Really, I don’t think there’s a bad seat in
the house because of the small, intimate, vertical nature of the stadium. We were in the shade and a cool breeze kept
the proceedings from ever being uncomfortable.
The people in the club buildings in the outfield and on the grassy knoll
were squinting and rather warm for a couple of innings, but were probably
pretty comfortable after that.
I might mention that the newly implemented pitch clocks are
plainly visible, but not any sort of distraction. Except for pitchers issuing walks (more on
that later), the game moved at a good pace, probably thanks to time
limits. I brought a mitt, but wasn’t in
line for any foul balls. Those in the
upper deck along the third base line, watch out! There were several screamers in that
area. Those along the first base line
need to watch for ricochets and balls hitting the roof and then falling back
into the grandstand. You can easily
identify people who’d been to the ballpark before; they were still looking up
after a foul ball had passed overhead.
Our section included the lovely Anthem singer. The couple in front of me made out for most
of the game. There’s a beverage holder
on the seat in front of you, but note that if there’s a woman with long hair
sitting there, it’s going to get in your drink constantly. There was also a pair of young women wearing
the tightest, smallest “Daisy Dukes” imaginable that created an unacceptable
distraction every time they got up.
Credit to the marketing department. As questionable as the “Chihuahuas” are as a
cool, not-embarrassing brand, they do sell well. At least half the crowd, including myself,
was wearing either a hat or a shirt with some form of the dog on it. Further, I don’t think there were even more
than two people wearing the same design.
There was even more than one “camo” style shirt. The team themselves has like four or five
uniforms and logos, not including the special dog face and Star Wars-Yoda
uniforms.
It didn’t seem like there were a lot of kids in the stands,
though there looked like plenty in the play area. Not sure if it was a school night or
not. Regardless, the crowd was 8,000+, a
sell-out or close to it. The fans in
general were still filing in during third inning, so you won’t get a good sense
of the crowd until well after the game has started. They also started filing out in 8th
and there was a mass exodus in 9th even though the game was
tied. Jacob and Chuck looked at each
other at the end of the 9th.
I was worried I wasn’t going to get to see the end of the game, but
wasn’t going to say anything since I didn’t have to get up early in the morning
like they did. They both were okay with
staying thankfully.
Whatever the size, the crowd was loud and enthusiastic. The design of the grandstand likely amplifies
the sound. They cheered, groaned,
jeered, gasped, and laughed with great emotion.
That last one occurred as the San Diego Chicken was there entertaining
the crowd. I won’t describe any of the
bits, since some of them seemed a bit familiar, and I don’t want to spoil them
for anybody who hasn’t seen them. The
Chihuahuas’ own “Chico” mascot got into the act a bit, but generally put in his
appearances before and after the Chicken did his thing. Judging by the people wanting pictures with
him, his popularity wasn’t hurt at all.
(I wanted a picture myself, but the action in the 9th and 10th
took precedence.) This has to be one of
those rare times where the Chicken was actually upstaged by the game
itself.
Something I should have learned from the Aggie games, “If
you’re going to the eat nachos (I had no trouble finding nachos, ice cream, and
hot dogs at the Aggie game, then again there was only one food trailer there)
and keep a scorecard, you’d better get a couple of napkins.” In this case, I ending up spilling Pepsi on
my miserable, scribbled Chihuahuas’ scorecards, since I couldn’t find the
nachos. This is why being able to hear
the radio call of the game is so essential.
When there’s two errors in the field that score a run, you’ll be right
on top of it. Unless, you accidentally
pull the plug on your radio at that critical moment and end up scratching your
head on how to score that play. There’s
a reason why there’s a guy at the ballpark called, “the official scorer.” It’s an art.
The game was a titanic battle between division rivals, the
Chihuahuas and the Las Vegas 51’s (they didn’t get a cool name or logo either
frankly). The dogs went into this
homestand trailing the aliens by five games, but not out of the race yet. The game played out with both teams trading
the lead a couple of times, but neither being able to deliver a knockout
blow. You could have watched this game
in the old Dudley “Dome” and been entertained.
All the amenities are nice if the game sucks.
A few high-and-low-lights.
The 51’s got the scoring started in the 3rd on a play where
the Chihuahuas made two errors. Travis
Jankowski would make a great diving catch in the outfield in the 7th
to redeem the defense. Rymer Liriano hit
the only home run in the game in the 8th, though a couple of other
batters flirted with the warning track.
I also had to explain the Infield Fly rule in the 8th as the
second baseman dropped the ball with two men on, but an out was still
recorded. I don’t think my explanation
was understood though.
Tayron Guerrero came in to close out the 9th
firing at 94 mph, the hardest thrower of the game. The Aggies had a 90+ pitcher and in both
cases, you can really hear and see the difference. Unfortunately, Guerrero was also the most
inaccurate pitcher as well, loading the bases and walking in a run. The 51’s would tie it before a timely double play
kept them from taking the lead. The
Chihuahuas got in the position to win in the bottom of the frame before the
51’s shortstop made a great play to take out a runner at third. All of this was just the emotional low before
the final triumph in the bottom of the 10th as Ramiro Pena hit a
sacrifice fly to swallow center and Jake Goebbert slapped home plate just under
the tag. Dogs win 9-8!
I visited the bathroom after the game and have to issue
another warning. Apparently the Men’s
bathroom was designed by a woman.
There’s a shelf over each urinal where you can put your purse. It’s also perfectly placed to whack your
forehead or face on while doing your business.
It was after 11:00 pm before we got out and another half-hour before
getting back into town. While I work in
the afternoons, my co-workers had to be at work in the morning. “Are you guys going to be okay tomorrow?” I
asked. “Sure,” said Chuck, “I’m calling
in sick.”