I convinced The Husband to take the day off and attend my first ever indoor cycling class at In The RA Fitness
and then go to a Spring Training game with my sister and me. The
weather was perfect outside so it really didn't really take much
convincing. We tried to buy lawn tickets on-line the night before, but
grubby
Ticketmaster has their filthy hands in everything. How does an $8 lawn
seat suddenly cost me $14??!? Screw you...my cycling class is cheaper
than that!
On the way to my cycling class he pointed out that today
was Pi Day. Lucky for him, I had "Cherry Pie" cued up in my class
playlist (+15 points for me). After class we met up with some
friends at Salt River Fields, the newish spring training home of the
Arizona Diamondbacks and the Colorado Rockies. We had both heard much
about the stadium and were eager to check it out.
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| This crappy watery domestic beer was 3.14159265 times overpriced |
First impression: holy traffic
management crisis. We missed the first inning and a half because we
were still sitting on the freeway waiting to exit. Stadium officials - you should really consider figuring out how to fix this issue. It was an epic fail.
Second impression: this is a beautiful stadium with great facilities for the players.
Third impression:
spring training is no longer a cheap adventure in sun-bleached
drunkenness, unless you have lots of money or are a
20-something-year-old 30K millionaire from Scottsdale. We bought our
first beers while scouting out lawn seats. A moderately cold 20-oz Blue
Moon in a plastic cup set us back $10. Scott flagged down the beer guy to see if his beers were any cheaper (plus I like to think that his legs were too sore from my awesome cycling class for him to get up)
and the small aluminum bottle beer in his hand below set him back $9
and of course the beer guy wanted the last $1 in change for a tip. $9
for a crappy Italian sausage that seemed like it had been microwaved.
$10 for a cheeseburger and fries. The list goes on...
Final impression:
spring training is not nearly as fun when you're forced to shell out
$10 for a beer and are no longer 20-something and have to drive home
after the game instead of just stumble out of the stadium and into a bar
for the afternoon.
