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| - My "Baseball is Life" list wouldn't be complete without a review of the token Canadian ballpark. I am sure it's a great place to watch an Argonauts game, but it's not a great place for baseball.
I am sure you can get cheap tickets (I see that Ross G, who beat me to the punch, paid $16 for his seats). I bought two tickets behind home plate 35 rows from the field. Two tickets, including fees, cost me about $120. That's not exactly a bargain, especially for a Toronto/Kansas City game. The seats are really uncomfortable with very little legroom.
As for the stadium itself, the retractable roof is nice. The stadium is boring, just like most domes, and the concessions are very unoriginal. They get bonus points for accepting US dollars, though.
There are plenty of parking lots in the area, although traffic tends to be quite heavy. Allow yourself some extra time to make sure you don't miss either of the pregame national anthems.
Please don't take this as an insult to our Canadian friends, but most people at the Blue Jays games have no idea what's going on the field. I mean, they do understand the game, but it seems to me that the finer aspects of the game are lost on the Blue Jays fans. No one seems to cheer for a player who moved the runner over or hit the cut-off man. As David Wells, former Blue Jays pitcher, said in his book, "In Canada, an 'oot' is an 'oot.'" I saw one scorecard in the whole ballpark - the one I was holding in my hands.
I also have a story from my last game between the Blue Jays and the Royals. I was sitting next to a young married couple, decked out in Royals gear. Since it's unusual to see Kansas City fans on the road, I struck a conversation with them:
Me: Are you guys from Kansas City?
Girl: No, we're from Toronto
Me: How come you're Royals fans?
Girl: I am a fan because he (points to her husband) is a fan. He buys me all this Kansas City stuff.
Me: I see. Why is *he* a Kansas City fan?
Girl: I don't know. Hey, Mike, why did you become a Kansas City fan?
Mike: 1985.
Girl: No, you dumbass. He asked "why," not "when."
Me: Oh, it's OK. I got it.
You see, 1985 was the year when Royals beat the Blue Jays on the way to the World Series. The poor guy, who must have been about 12 years old when that happened, decided to root for the other team out of spite.
Boy, did that plan backfire, huh? I bet he wishes he had picked the Yankees ...
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