Thirty-one years of age, loving baseball since it was T-ball to me, and I’d never been to a spring training game. This past weekend remedied that, at least for the couple hours I stole away from visiting our baby’s namesake near Viera for Sunday’s Nats-Mets tilt. The experience is as glorious as I’d imagined, and here are pictures to prove it …
This being Florida, and the Nats being what they are, Mets fans ruled the day. Except for this guy in a “Jett Favre” t-shirt. He rules nothing.
Space Coast Stadium is like every minor league park you’ve ever been to …
… except it’s smack dab in the middle of a major metropolitan area.
Thanks to parking traffic (it was somehow stop-and-go for at least 15 minutes), I missed the top half of the first. By the time I got to my seat (fifth row behind home for $20), Ocho Cinco was digging in and promptly ripped a liner to the right-center gap, legging out a triple. Ahhh, sweet baseball.
On the hill for the Nats? John Lannan, of whom a guy sitting behind me asked, “Does this guy have a shot at making the club?” That’s not something you want to hear about your Opening Day starter.
Also in that pic: Ryan Church. He and fellow ex-Nat Livan Hernandez, who started for New York, were the only Mets of note as they fielded their shitty “travel roster”. Coincidence? I think not.
It’s not good when people notice your weight loss and you’re still fat.
I totally would’ve thought this was awesome when I was 12.
That would be Casey from “Casey at the Bat”. No, I don’t know why either.
The most beautiful walk through a stadium lot these eyes have seen.
Endnote: Folks are saying the Nats’ offense should improve this season (from terrible to middling), and seeing it in action made me a believer. A Flores-Johnson-Belliard-Guzman-Zimmerman-Dunn-Milledge-Dukes lineup with a Willingham-Kearns-Dmitri-Harris-Pena bench seems legitimately Major League, which is progress. Baby steps, people.