Monday, June 4, 2018

"Memorial Crawdads," memorialized

As Melvin has written, we saw some baseball over the Memorial Day weekend, starting with the Hickory Crawdads. We flew into CLT and drove to Hickory, North Carolina, where we started our trip with supper at the Blowing Rock Brewery. Tasty sandwiches, recipe book beer.

Noah Bremer throwing the first of 56 pitches, 10 of which would result in hits.

The 'dads, wearing uniforms depicting Washington crossing the Delaware, would lose to the Charleston RiverDogs 8-7. While we were at the ballpark, we sampled more local beer, this time from Catawba Brewing Company. More underwhelmingness.
When using the term, "craft beer," the modifier needs to signify more than the brewery has a small output; there needs to be some craft involved.
We finished the evening at the Crescent Moon Café, which restored our faith in malt beverages. I will finish recapping the holiday weekend after the jump (as folks used to say).

Tuesday, May 29, 2018

It Takes a Lot to Laugh...

Above L. P. Frans Stadium, with not a fighter jet to be seen

...it takes a plane to fly. After an appetizer at Yankee Stadium (a.k.a. Where The American Century Will Never End) a couple weeks back, Rob and I met in Charlotte for a five-game swing over MemorialVeteransFlagPatriotsDay Weekend. (Not to spoil future posts, but despite the efforts of Tropical Storm Alberto, we did see four games.)

We started with the Hickory Crawdads. I've found that what I remember about our trips, generally, is not the baseball. In fact, writing this four days later, I can't even remember the visiting team. What I do remember is the weird roaring noise that accompanied the singing of the national anthem. At first, I thought it was feedback. After thinking about it further, I still thought it was feedback. Slowly, it dawned on me that we were listening to a Virtual Fly Over—there were no jets, just a recording mucking up the (tuneless) performance.

And then, as suddenly as the jets "arrived," they were "gone." It was economical, anyway, and good for a laugh.

Friday, May 11, 2018

This Season and Next and the Year After That

In his season preview last year, Melvin wrote
"If everything goes more or less as planned, 2017 could well be the antepenultimate one of Baseball Byways. That is, by the end of the 2019 season, Rob and I might be able to say that we have been to all the active MLB and MILB stadiums."


Everything did not go as planned, most notably with our decision to scuttle the "Northwest Blackout Yo-Yo." We will reprise the antepenultimate season with three trips this season, described below with a general plan for the following two years.

Tuesday, January 23, 2018

Not Stove League

It's been 12 weeks since Houston won the World Series in an exciting seven game series. I have paid almost no attention to baseball since. Hypothetically, you might ask how I have entertained myself instead, but mostly that is a rhetorical device.

Ten days after the Astros' 5-1 win over the Dodgers, I saw Jimmie Durham: At the Center of the World, a career retrospective, at the Whitney.