100 Joe Nuxhall Way
Cincinnati, OH 45202
September 25, 2018
Before we get into the nitty gritty details of our trip to the 30th ballpark, allow us to share this video with you:
We walked from our hotel to the game (only about a 15 min walk) and took a bunch of photos outside, including this official gem:
We'd never gotten the opportunity to watch a game from a suite together, so this was a very exciting moment for our thirtieth ballpark. Here are some views from the suite, which are way nicer than what our actual seats would have been.
Unfortunately, our pitching matchup was the Royals' Brian Flynn against the Reds' Matt Harvey. That's right. Matt Harvey. The same a$$hole that once upon a time pitched for the Mets. Who started cool and then rapidly deteriorated into an a$$hole. Of all people to end our journey with.
Just like many starts for the Mets, this one didn't go so well for Harvey either. Because he's stupid.
The game went into a rain delay in the third and since there was a pause in the game, we figured this would be a good time to check out the rest of the stadium and get this infamous Skyline Chili hot dog people kept telling us about.
Behold. Truthfully, we didn't even finish. We each took a bite of it and tossed it in the garbage. Actually, Lisa picked all of the cheese off and ate that before tossing the rest of it into the trash.
The above photo is actually a good representation of how hard it was raining at one point during the delay.
Dilson Herrera hit a home run in the 5th and that earned us a fun little fireworks display. Lisa filmed it. She may have been drunk, which would explain the random camera angles, but you get the point.
It looked like the Reds would make a comeback as they tied the game in the bottom of the 7th, but in the top of the 9th, they blew it by giving up a Hunter Dozier home run. We closed out our final game with yet another home team loss. You're welcome, Cincinnati.
*Jewelry making business
*Basket making business
*#1 charity in the world
*Baseball fan reality TV show
*Dating a baseball player
*Writing a baseball travel book
*Starring in a fan-based on field Q&A show with players
*Broadcast booth color commentary
*Attending an All Star Game
*Become professional gamblers
Some of these things we didn't even bother to attempt. The rest, we failed. The stadium tour is the only thing we've succeeded at. We'd like to thank our OG's who stuck with us from the very beginning - Deo and Michael David. And also, Section 36, who found us at some point along the way and for some reason, decided to stick it out with us (despite being a Red Sox fan).
For those of you who've been with us since the start, you may recall that we used to end all of our blog posts with bastardized song lyrics. Since this is our 30th ballpark, we decided to close this post out with a little bit of nostalgia brought to you by Frank Sinatra:
"And now, the end is near. And so, we face the thirtieth stadium. Our friends, we'll say it clear. We'll state our case, of which we're certain. We've lived a life of beer. We've traveled each and every stadium and more. Much more than this. We did it our way.
Regrets. We've had a few. But then again, you've read about them. We did what we had to do. And saw it through without exemption.
We planned each chartered tour. Each careful step along the byway. And more, much more than this. We did it our way."
Don't be afraid that this is our final blog post. It's not. This is simply the completion of our original plan. There are spring training trips. Possible minor league trips. And of course, do-over visits to teams who are giant a$$ clowns and chose to build themselves a new stadium. Those teams have zero respect for what we've accomplished or anyone else for that matter. May they find a pubic hair in their breakfast burrito one morning.