It’s been a bit difficult for me to get out to the old ballpark in the Bronx this year; the commute from my neck of the woods is less than convenient, and with family obligations being what they are for a new parent, most of my time spent watching the pastime has come in front of the tube. Over the holiday weekend, however, I did manage to catch a few innings of live ball, and it was one of the more enjoyable game-watching experiences I’ve had in a long while. I saw the Astros and the Tigers in action. No, this wasn’t a makeup interleague game; I was out at the Red Hook Ballfields, in Brooklyn, sitting in the front row of a wooden grandstand with my parents and daughter on a crystaline afternoon. We were there watching the local Mexican league, which has been around for about twenty years now. (I forgot my camera, the photo above is from flickr). Pick up a papusa or a huarache and some fresh cataloupe juice from one of the wonderful vendors, sit back, and relax. It’s a colorful scene, with the players in their bright unis standing in the sun, and the picturesque ruin of an enormous grain elevator along the Gowanus Canal hovering in the background. The pitchers don’t throw too hard, but they sure can make the ball move, and it’s easy to follow that beat-up orb as it moves around the dirt infield and the expansive green outfield beyond. On a pretty day, there’s really no better place to be. I think I’ll be heading back next weekend. And I’ll be bringing my camera.
Beisbol in Brooklyn
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