Good times never seemed so good ...
The Brooklyn Cyclones played in Coney Island at Keyspan park. I took the F train down to the end of the line and walked two blocks to the stadium to catch the game.
The Cyclones are a farm team for the NY Met's. I was told at the game that they are a single A team which makes them minor in the minor leagues. Being there made me think of the movie "Bull Durham." Every time the catcher took a time out to walk out to confer with the pitcher I imagined that they were dicussing bridal registries or whether or not to hit the mascot on the next pitch.
I thought while sitting out there that it was a great day to kick back with some friends and a beer and take in a game. 8,633 people were of the same mind on this one. I didn't have a beer and I was in the stands with co-workers whom I don't know but hey ... it ws still nice to kick back. I actually followed the game - which I have not done in the handful of times I have been to the ballpark.
As a single A team they seem to avoid having the kind of rabid angry fans that are intensely insanely competitive and guaranteed to spoil your viewing pleasure. And since it's baseball there's lots of downtime as teams cross the field and get ready to play offense or defense. Baseball is a slow game. Being there and focusing on the game slowed me down to its pace. Which was nice.
We won 6-5. At the 7th inning stretch in Keyspan Park they play "Take me out to the ballgame" they also play the chorus to "Sweet Caroline."
And on the walk back I took in the lights of the Coney Island amusement park, couples arm in arm, parents herding their children, and the smell of funnel cakes.
I wanna go back and make a day of it - do the whole Coney Island thing. Ride the rollercoaster. Get the so bad for you carnival foods. Have Nathan's hot dog. Blow money on stupid games for stupider prizes. Walk the boardwalk. And take in another Cyclones game.