“It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents — except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the stands (for it is in Woodbridge, VA that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps…
Author: gregprescott
Daytona Tortugas: Art class, class organization!
I am actually surprised at how difficult it has been to get this blog published. Normally after a game Saturday night, I will either drive home if it’s under 4 hours from home, or spend the night, get home at a decent time Sunday, and bang out the blog by Sunday evening. In the case…
Summertime and “the living is easy in The Big Easy”
“Unexpected pleasures are sprinkled throughout life to give it a little extra flavor.” Susan Gale Last week, we were in New Orleans, experiencing all the sites and sounds of the Big Easy, not even thinking about baseball. Walks in the French Quarter, beignets at Cafe du Monde, walking around Lafayette Cemetery, listening to jazz at…
My Spring Training Game in Lynchburg
Growing up in St. Petersburg, FL, I always looked forward to spring training. We were home to both the Mets and the Cardinals. Back then, it was a time to shake off the rust, actually get in shape, refine your skills, and come together as a team. From players to managers to umpires, it was…
Lake County Captains Don’t Disappoint!
I made a nearly last minute decision to take a trip to Eastlake, OH (just outside of Cleveland) to see the Lake County Captains of the Midwest League take on the Bowling Green Hot Rods. To be honest, I knew nothing about either team, other than the Captains are one of three Single A farm…
Wild Walkoff Win in Wilkes-Barre
OK, so all alliteration aside, this weekend’s road trip took me to Pennsylvania again to see the Scranton Wilkes-Barre RailRiders host the Rochester Red Wings at PNC Field. I’ve seen a number of games on the US15-I81-I78 corridor, including the Fredrick Keys, Reading Fightin Phils, Harrisburg Senators, and the Lehigh Valley IronPigs. Other teams I’ve…
Durham Bulls: Baseball, BBQ, and Beer
Skip: You guys. You lollygag the ball around the infield. You lollygag your way down to first. You lollygag in and out of the dugout. You know what that makes you? Larry! Larry: Lollygaggers! Skip: Lollygaggers. “Bull Durham” 1988 Just as a preface, I did not see Ebby Calvin, Crash, Annie, or any intentional beanings…
A Split Obsession
Warning: this post may contain graphic images of me running. Proceed with caution, and certainly not on a full stomach. Last month I joined a gym. Again. I used to be a runner. Not a fast one, mind you, but I’ve been one since middle school. I ran track and cross country in middle and…
A Suite Ending in St. Pete
As the baseball season headed into September, I was a bit melancholy about the end of the season. As most readers know, my blog primarily focuses on first time trips to minor league ballparks, with a few visits to major league parks thrown in. The minor league regular season wraps up around Labor Day weekend,…
Red Sox of the South
Red Sox…. Fenway Park…. Green Monster…. and deep fried oreos? Is this a cross up in the space-time continuum? Nope, it must be Salem, Virginia and home of the Salem Red Sox! While I have yet to see a Red Sox game in Fenway Park (I did get to experience playoff action against the Yankees…
Throwback Thursday
Editor’s note: this isn’t a baseball post, but given that I have a blog in the digital world, I thought it was somewhat relevant. “I didn’t have time to write a short letter, so I wrote a long one instead.” – Mark Twain My apologies in advance. This is neither a baseball post, nor will…
The Diamond: A True Gem
I had been putting off a trip to see the The Diamond, home of the Flying Squirrels in Richmond, for a few reasons. It was too close to home (the same reason I haven’t done a real post of the Potomac Nationals); I have seen the stadium enough times while driving through Richmond; and until…