The day after Melvin and I completed our 2025 baseball road trip, while I was flying to New York and Melvin was getting back in the swing of things at home and at work, public radio station WNYC broadcast a segment about minor and independent league baseball.
If you listen to the segment or read the transcript, Rex reveals his fondness for Mr. Celery, a mascot of the Wilmington Blue Rocks, for many years an affiliate of the Kansas City Royals, now a licensee of the Washington Nationals. As it so happened, it was at a Blue Rocks game that I met Rex and his wife, both (if I remember correctly) rocking Mr. Celery toppers — a noun that Rex introduced to my vocabulary.
That was in 2011, when Melvin and I had seen an above-average number of major and minor league and independent baseball games, but far fewer than today. For comparative purposes, I asked Rex where he had been and he was at a loss for words. Eventually, his wife — I know her name but anonymity seems appropriate here — spoke on his behalf, "Rex has seen a lot of minor league baseball."
(During the interview, Rex states, "I'm old, so I actually went to minor league games in the dark ages in the 70's." Melvin saw the Denver Zephyrs in 1988 and although I am probably older than Rex, it wasn't until 1997 that I saw my first minor league game, the Binghamton Mets.)
"Okay," I responded to his wife's summation, "I'll turn the question around. Where haven't you been?" Rex immediately replied, "Montana." Based on this exchange, I told Melvin, "I don't want to save Montana for last." We went there and neighboring states four years later, a trip so epic it resulted in two posts, one written by me and a second from Melvin.
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abandoned miner dorm, Jeffrey City WY (Wyoming is south of Montana; I said the trip was epic.) |
I am glad we got to Montana when we did, when half of the eight-team Pioneer League played in Big Sky Country. As part of MLB's reorganization during the pandemic, the "Rookie Advanced" league — one level above the "complex leagues" but a step below Single-A — was stripped of its affiliation with Major League Baseball. So, thank you, Rex.
Not to take anything away from Ben, I don't have any anecdotes from our conversations at Brooklyn Cyclones games. He always seems uncomfortable, so out of kindness I keep it brief. Maybe he is just self-conscious when recognized in public, or my excitement is intimidating. (n.b.: The Binghamton Rumble Ponies are an affiliate of the Mets, not that team in the Bronx.)
A tip of my cap (my collection is a fraction of the size of Rex's) to Kate Hinds for asking smart questions. Ben and Rex conveyed many of the facts and intangibles that Melvin and I share when we talk about traveling near and far to see baseball. The comprehensiveness of the dialogue is why I wrote this post, hoping more people check out the entertaining broadcast segment.
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