New York City is the Capital of the world. It is filled with world-renown arts, culture, fine dining and is home to some of the most refined and sophisticated people in the world—none of whom were present at Citi Field Saturday. Instead I found myself to be surrounded by what appeared to be 30,000 science experiments gone horribly wrong.
It started with the ticketing system. I was transferred tickets via email which I chose to pick up at WILL CALL (this will come into play later) instead of printing them on my black & white laser printer that barely has any toner left. Then after paying $19 to park in what the locals use as an outdoor bathroom, I was on my way (45 minutes before first pitch) to pick up my tickets.
So…I went to a ticket window for “Day of Game, Advance, and Internet-Pickup tickets.” I waited patiently in line and when I finally got up to the window I was told I need to go to WILL CALL because, even though I did have “Internet-Pickup” tickets, this was not the window for me. OK, fair enough. So, I walked a few hundred feet toward the Ebbets-esque front entrance and went to a WILL CALL window only to be told, that “NO” I don’t have WILL CALL tickets, even though they were left at WILL CALL. So, let’s think about this again…Someone transferred me tickets, instead of printing them, I had them waiting for me at WILL CALL, but they aren’t there. I needed to go back in line for “Today’s Game” tickets.
Now, 25 minutes until game-time, I’m in another line. This line though, did not move. I waited, and waited, and waited. The ticket windows has to be run by “special” workers that all arrived together on a green bus. There is no other explanation to the chaos that was the Citi Field ticketing system. I peeked through the ticket window and of course the worker in my line was more incompetent than I could have imagined. Manager after manager came to assist him, as must have been the same in every window because no line was moving. It shouldn’t be this difficult to find a ticket, print the ticket and take the money, especially when it is your job—something that you do every day, over and over and over. Maybe it’s me. Maybe I expect too much from people.
So I finally get the tickets and it’s 1:05pm—40 minutes wasted watching people with the mental capacity of a grape “work.” I missed the first few pitches but did get to my seats in plenty of time to see the game. Maybe I should have stayed in the ticket line.
Jair Jurrjens pitched a phenomenal game. He kept the Met hitters off-balance and only made a few bad pitches. He left a ball up to Jeff Francoeur and was punished by giving up 2 runs in the 7th inning, which ended up deciding the game. As they did on Friday, the Braves played absolutely AWFUL in the field and at the plate. I lost track of fingers and toes to count how many men were left on base and don’t care to remember how many balls were lost in the sun or were thrown into center field. It was a bright day in Queens, but for a major league team it is simply not acceptable. I was sick to my stomach that Jurrjens got the loss Saturday. SICK! Then there was Yunel Escobar. I didn’t have the announcers to shed any light to what could have happened in the 5th inning. All I could do was put my hat over my mouth to try and muffle the obscenities that poured out. It was a week of frustrations that just so happened to erupt in a sea of orange and blue.
It got even worse on Sunday night when a rain-shortened 5-inning game was decided by a throwing error. Tommy Hanson received another loss dropping his record to 1-2 on the season. I can’t image how frustrated these pitchers have to be. But, this is baseball. There are plenty of ups and downs throughout the season; it just so happens that this down it a pretty rough one. The Braves will bounce back and will regain the form that we saw to start the season. We aren’t even a month into the season, so no reason to panic…yet.
Now that the weekend is over I can focus on something positive. Thursday I will be packing up the car and driving down to Atlanta for the weekend series against the (not so awful anymore) Astros. I have been planning this for awhile and I honestly thought the day would never get here. I am looking forward to seeing my favorite usher, Roger, and finally getting to meet Steve (and others?) for Saturday’s game.
Finally, I want to thank everyone who was following me on Twitter and responding as I vented during the game. It’s hard to do on my ancient phone, but I will be doing the same for the Astros series this weekend at Turner Field.
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Until next time…Go Braves!