It's been a while since we've posted long-form content, and I'm at least partially to blame. Something about the second half of the 2012 season just left such a bitter taste that I honestly just couldn't get back to writing. And it's a pity, because arguably that was the time that Dodger fans most needed an outlet to cheer and boo and raise a hullabaloo. Or at least another glass of scotch.
Getting crushed at work didn't help much, either.
But hey, it's the spring, time for rebirth and renewal. And as I'm doing a bit of spring cleaning, I realized that I never finished this photo post which documented another one of my baseball roadtrips last year. This time, I caught the Buffalo Bisons as they hosted the Pawtucket Red Sox, back on August 12, 2012.
The Bisons were the triple-A affiliate of the Mets, before leaving that trainwreck to become the triple-A affiliate of the Blue Jays this year. The Bisons didn't have a good year in 2012, finishing 16.5 games out under the hand of manager Wally Bachman. But they did win this game 9-3, which can be attributed to my inspirational attendance at the game.
I have been by Buffalo's baseball stadium about two dozen times (don't ask), and it's always striking; there isn't much else in Buffalo anyway, and it casts a big shadow off the Niagara Thruway (I-190). This was the first time the stars aligned for me to attend a game, however, and I was pretty stoked for the opportunity (it was either this or another evening at the Anchor Bar). So I fended off the sprinkles and bought one solo ticket to the game.
Watching a baseball game between two minor league teams about which you don't really care is hilariously sedate, and only recommended with quick access to beer. It gives one a chance to just soak it all in and appreciate all that baseball has to offer on a pleasant outdoor evening. I loved hearing the Beastie Boys' "Intergalactic" snippet when the ball dropped in left center for a leadoff double in the bottom of the second. I enjoyed sipping my beers in peace and quiet. I caught up on a couple of emails. And I reazlied how incredibly homogenous the crowd was (which was a little bit frightening).
At this point it was time to walk around the stadium and do a tour, if nothing else but to go to that bar porch in right field (which was cool, but swarmed by bees).
In conclusion: cold evening, tepid sandwich, creepy mascots, multiple beers, no bee stings, and all in all, a good time with the Buffalo Bisons. I'm looking forward to my 2013 roadtrips. And more long-form content contributions, as well.