We began our day awakening in Morgantown, just in time to
see the sun rise across the ballpark a few hundred feet away. Then we spent
several hours lounging around and debating where to get breakfast (Zach’s
insistence of Buffalo Wild Wings was nixed 3-1) before finally settling on Bob
Evans. Now if you’ve never been to a Bob Evans, it’s effectively a Cracker
Barrel. If you’ve never been to Cracker Barrel…good job, actually.
Anyway, we all agreed that the Bob Evans seemed to have
better food than Cracker Barrel, and we were marginally less certain of its
right-wing lunacy. Ben and Pat got eggs shaped like a bowl filled with sausage
and cheese and ‘taters, which were solid. Zach got a bacon cheeseburger with an
egg and some sriracha mayo whatnottery, which was quite good. Ray got something
with vegetables that’s not worth commenting upon.
Why you don't you just go HOME? That's your HOME! Are you too good for your HOME, Ray?
We then did a mile and a half hike up and down cliffs and
over some rocks that Zach did with sandals and everyone but Ray did without
water because we are alpha males, and gray wolves don’t use sandals or water
bottles, do they?
We then decided to combat our dehydration with some Coal
Country Mini Golf in the blazing sun. Ray pulled out a late victory, but that’s
not important. The holes were all built in and around coal mining machinery,
with educational plaques explaining what each one was. The course definitely
seemed to prioritize incorporation of the equipment over playability. Oh, and
also most holes were on a steep grade because the thing was built into a
mountain.
Why you don't you just go HOME? That's your HOME! Are you too good for your HOME, ball?
P.S. That fan was rotating, and if you hit the blades...you were pretty much chopped.
Then we got into Charleston, checked into our hotel, and
walked through the first finishers of a 5K to Appalachian Power Park, home of
the West Virginia Power.
Highlights:
1.
Foods and drinks of note were several and
varied. We’ll begin with the STERNWHEELER, which was basically a bunch of
different kinds of pork (hot dog, pulled pork, bacon) on an open-faced hoagie
with cheese, jalapenos, and BBQ sauce. Oh, and fries. Which they neglected to
mention, leading Zach to order a side of fries with his fry sandwich.
Oh yes, Lisa. All these meats come from one wonderful, MAGICAL animal.
2.
There were also boozy (beer) floats, served by
underage kids who had no idea what they were. They had to check the rotating
menu, which resulted in having to wait a minute or two for them to figure out
what the heck to do. Guys, there were like 4 things, c’mon.
3.
The lineups and standings, instead of being
displayed electronically (fancy parks) or written in marker (most MiLB parks)
were printed on paper and displayed. Neat.
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4.
In design news, you could do a complete circuit
around the stadium, including the outfield, which we hadn’t encountered yet on
this trip and were sorely missing.
5.
The Little League team that came out with the
power were fully sponsored. We know this because they were called the Calhoun
Insurance Agents. D’awwwwww.
6.
The lady singing the National Anthem really
milked it, for at least an extra 20 or 30 seconds. Show some professionalism.
Get in, get out, play the game.
7.
There was a very large church group that seemed
to be Transformers-themed. Their shirts had an Optimus Prime head with a giant
cross on it. There was some Bible verse attached, too, but none of us heathens
can remember what it was. Because we’re heathens. Anyway, that was a first for
us.
8.
In Jumbotron news, there were pew-pew laser
sounds for strikes and a YOU ARE TOAST graphic for strikeouts. Toast seemed to
be a theme here, but we never figured out why. Maybe Charleston is actually
filled with filthy millennials who eschew healthcare in favor of avocado toast.
9.
The park is truly nestled in an urban area. Several
streets – and apartment windows – were in solid foul or homer territory. We
didn’t see any windows get smashed during our game, but we’d be shocked if it
didn’t happen a couple times a season. We support chaos.
Those apartments over there better have plexiglass windows.
10.
I promised you animal puns, and holy mackerel am
I gonna deliver. Okay, so the root of all this is a group called the
Zooperstars that were performing, which was basically a couple guys in various
inflatable animal outfits. We did not have high hopes for this. We were wrong.
The display began with a dance-off between shortstop Nomar Garciaparrot and
soccer star Mia Hammster. And it got better from there.
11.
The third entry was…oh God, THAT’S TEBOW’S
MUSIC! Dressed in a #15 Gators jersey, it’s TIM TE-BULL! He had a dance off
with a couple of the visiting players (their involvement was a theme) and then,
obviously, TE-BULLED on his way off the field.
12.
Squidney Crosby was our fourth entrant. It was a
slow start, honestly, until he got ejected by the umpire for his antics and ate
the ballboy. Like, literally swallowed him into the costume. Then vomited his
helmet, jersey…and pants. Then vomited the be-boxered ballboy out, who ran off
the field. It was glorious.
13.
The fifth entrant was Ken Giraffey, Jr., who
raced a kid on the bases and actually
beat her. AND TAUNTED HER. We
were so excited. Then the visiting players took exception to this, pelting poor
victorious Kenneth before knocking him to the ground and kicking him viciously. Then the little girl who got beat joined in
kicking him violently. YESSSSS BLOOOOOOOD.
14.
Our sixth and final entrant was Harry Canary
delivering TMOTTBG in the Stretch. It’s what you’re imagining. It was great.
15.
The Power got into the Zooperstars spirit, as
their starting lineup was as follows: Adrian Veleopard, Ferrett Brown, Henter
Owen, Albert Boa, Carlos Moosenez, Armandenllo Pabst, Stingray Arbet, Ryan
Nagull, and Clam Eagan. They were all great, but we liked Veleopard and Ferret
best.
16.
In “This is
the Minors” news, our game featured a TOOTBLAN pickle of a runner between first
and second; a balk; a runner nearly injuring himself on a ground rule double; a
defunct pitch speed board; a HBP RBI in the 7th; an 8-run 8th
for the Hickory Crawdads to turn a 5-run lead into a 3-run deficit for the
Power; and a Power first baseman with a very sizeable hole in his pants.
17.
The crowd We were very into the idea of
the Pancake Batter, which we’ve seen before: if a designated visiting batter
strikes out, everyone gets a shortstack from IHOP. Nobody got pancakes because
he is a bad, bad man, despite being given two
opportunities to strike out in the same inning.
18.
The parking for the fancy suite holders was in
prime foul territory. EAT SMASH THE WINDSHIELDS OF THE RICH.
19.
The official scorer ruled a hard play on a sharp
grounder by the first baseman of the Power to be an error, but we were unanimously
against that and called it a hit. Sure enough, the guy didn’t work as hard on
the next sharp grounder, perhaps in an effort not to get his glove on it and be
given a second error. Errors are dumb.
20.
We almost
had an inside-the-park homer that got caught up under the OF wall then bobbled,
but the guy was thrown out at home. Still awesome, though. Good spirit, kid.
21.
For those of you who remember the New Jersey Jackals, we encountered Li’l Jeetz Mk. II, a kid who thought he deserved another ball from the ballboy/1B coach
even after he got three. To her
immense credit, his mother made him give up all but his first to other kids on
his Little League team. She’s a socialist and a good mother.
22.
We see kids run the bases all the time, but the
Power did it with a couple twists: it was during the game in between innings,
and pretty much all the kids – down to ones as young as 2 years old stumbling
across the outfield – just all went at the same time. On the one hand, we dislike giving kids
things, but on the other hand we support chaos. We’ll call it a wash.
23.
The Power had some nice upcoming promotions. One
of our favorites, which we sorta noticed in Lexington, was a series of Hatfield
& McCoy nights for Lexington Legends games across the course of the season.
This is the first time we’ve seen a sustained, season-long multi-team
promotion, and we want more.
24.
The Power are johnnies-on-the-spot with getting
up new names on their “they used to play here” list, with players called up as
recently as two weeks ago featured. Impressive turnaround. But…
25.
…their Wall of Fame included Ryan Braun, since
they used to be a Brewers affiliate. Still, yeesh. But…
26.
…it also included Tommy John from the time long
ago when they were the Charleston Indians. But the Frogurt is also cursed.
27.
They had a famous vendor, which we’ve missed on
this trip. They call him Wheeler Bob, and he’s basically a baseball used car
salesman in looks and attitude. Our favorite was when he hawked MiLB baseball
cards directly to the Little League team in front of us. Kids and parents never
stood a chance. That man’s a shark. He also sold a hat to Ben.
28.
In snarky music news, most of it was
non-personalized but for Hickory batter Anderson Tejeda (jersey #1) we got “One
is the Loneliest Number,” which is solid.
29.
They did the full Animal House “GERMANS BOMBED PEARL HARBOR” speech as a pump-up
video before the bottom of the 9th. We hadn’t seen it yet this year,
and despite being a classic it’s great every time.
30. In what may be the best group name of the whole trip, the Sunshine Freewill Baptist Church was in attendance. They were introduced right after the St. Scholastica School (i.e. the School School).
30. In what may be the best group name of the whole trip, the Sunshine Freewill Baptist Church was in attendance. They were introduced right after the St. Scholastica School (i.e. the School School).
LAZY Metrics:
7.5/10. The
Power were a solid if not especially remarkable experience. They were bolstered
by the Zooperstars, but they do have a nice regular array of foodstuffs and a
clearly fun attitude. We were surprised to learn the Charleston area is only
224,000 people, so maybe we were expecting a larger or more raucous crowd.
Certainly if you find yourself in Charleston there are many worse ways to spend
a night than a Power game. Just, uh, don’t drive down the streets around the
stadium during a game.
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