Flying back from Denver yesterday, I was able to scout four major league ballparks. First, Coors Field, on takeoff, against the backdrop of the Rockies. Denver’s f’ugly, but Coors seems to have some charm. I wish I could have gotten inside.
Next, the “Jake”, from about 35,000 feet. Cleveland appears to be a small city absolutely dominated by sports facilities. The new Browns stadium sits right on the edge of the lake, toes in the water, with the “Jake” hiding a bit inland. Lastly, a field house of some sort rests just off the east of downtown. These three buildings contain the city, a kind of modern day Rome, with my apologies to Rome.
Finally, on arriving in New York, both Yankee Stadium (we flew right over the top), and Shea (we landed at LaGuardia). Familiar places these two – my home city stadia, though admittedly not my own.
The most curious fields that were scoped from the heights were a troika in the Bronx: one rectangular park occupied by three diamonds of varying sizes. I could make out the major league-size as well as the little-league regulation field. The third escaped my grasp – is it a regulation softball field? A practice diamond? In any case, this compact threesome of playing fields piqued my curiosity, and also reminded me that I have always felt the baseball diamond was the most recognizable feature of the American landscape viewable during air travel.