Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Tijuana beisbol is...wacky

A big crowd gathered at Esadio Gasmart in Tijuana for the Toros' game against Ensenada on June 8.


Minor league baseball can be wacky. My experience with entertainment from Mexico (mostly the Bee Guy from “The Simpsons”) has shown it to be wacky as well. So what do you get when you combine minor league baseball AND Mexico? That’s right, infinite wackiness.

Knowing how much Christina and I like minor league baseball, her friend Cynthia suggested that we might enjoy a visit to Estadio Gasmart for a Toros de Tijuana game. Cynthia has visited Tijuana a few times with Turista Libre, which runs day trips in northern Baja California.

The Toros play in Mexico’s Northern League, which is not to be confused with the AAA-level Mexican League. We were still trying to figure out the particulars, but it seems like this six-team league – with teams also located in Ensenada, Tecate, Mexicali, San Luis Rio Colorado and San Quintin -- plays at a AA level. The Tijuana roster included a few players who had been part of major league organizations here in the United States, most notably Reggie Abercrombie, who worked his way through the Marlins chain to play parts of two seasons in Miami, and also saw some time as a Houston Astro.

Still, a lot of this was unknown to us, so it was with some trepidation that we headed to San Ysidro earlier this month to meet with with Cynthia and about 15 other folks to seek out authentic Mexican cuisine and a Toros game against the Ensenada Marineros. We were met near the border by former Union-Tribune writer Derrik Chinn, the brains behind Turisa Libre, which he admits he started after having difficulty convincing friends from nearby San Diego to visit him and see the sights in Tijuana.

We parked on the U.S. side and walked into Tijuana.
The crossing into Mexico on foot was quick and before we knew it we were walking toward the spot where the bus would pick us up. We were waiting for two more groups who would meet us there and then we were on our way. Since this was more of an overall tourist venture, the group stopped for some authentic Mexican cuisine -- Christina had a tripe taco -- and then picked up some beer before continuing on to the stadium.

The bus driver had to take us on a couple of back streets to get around traffic, and it was already the fourth inning when we got inside the stadium, but we still had plenty of time to get a sense of what minor league baseball is like south of the border. 

Christina and I had just found seats a section or two past first base when Javier Brito, a former Astros and Padres prospect, and Abercrombie hit back-to-back home runs to give Tijuana a 2-0 lead. When Brito hit his homer, we noticed that everyone came out of the dugout, but his first congratulations came from the gorilla mascot, Chango 0.
Javier Brito got a furry welcome after his home run.
As it turned out, the mascots pretty much had the run of the place, with a chicken named Pollo Layo getting much more involved with the umpire at first base than the San Diego Chicken or Philly Phanatic would dare. The chicken even transitioned from the Ensenada side of the field to the first base line during one at bat. Toro Torin (the bull who serves at the main mascot), Pollo Layo and Chango 0 were seldom out of sight, and filled much of the 2 ½-minute changeovers with help from cheerleaders. During one of the skits the chicken came out dressed as a police officer but eventually ended up nearly naked. I am still quite shaken.

This was a little more over the top than the work of the San Diego Chicken or Philly Phanatic.
At one point, Pollo Layo ran from the Ensenda side of the field between pitches.
 




A nearly naked masot...still scary.
 Music was played between pitches during each at bat, including some tunes familiar to ballpark denizens in the U.S. At one point, the scoreboard showed people in the stands, such as a guy wearing a cowboy hat, and appropriate music was played to the delight of the crowd.


Another time, a guy who looked like Pitbull (thanks for clearing that up, Christina) was shown and they played a Pitbull song and would not leave him alone until he obeyed the request that he dance (“Que baile! Que baile!”) displayed on the scoreboard. Meanwhile, the public address announcer talked very fast and was quite boisterous; delivering the name of each Toros batter twice (JAVIER BRITO!!!! Javier Brito.) 

When they tell you to que baile, you'd best que baile.
These items were 50 pesos, or about $4.
 In the stands, the vendors got a workout, selling everything from plates of shrimp and meat to churros filled with several kinds of icing and even American ice cream.
 We recognized the cotton candy despite different packaging, but there were bags of other items we had no idea about. The vendors also sold $1 Tecate beers with paper cups dipped in a hot pepper powder. Hot dogs and hamburgers were available from stands throughout the concourse.

The vendors even sold plates of meat and shrimp in the stands.
 The atmosphere was amazing. As Christina noted, it was almost like something from a dream. The excitement was palpable, even if some of the baseball was a little less sound than one might like. (We got to see two rundowns between first and second base within 15 minutes of sitting down.)
A Toro player is erased at second base via a rundown.

Former Marlin and Astro Reggie Abercrombie
As the game winded down with the Toros up 3-0, I wanted to head down behind the Toros dugout because I had brought along two cards to be signed by REHHIE ABERCROMBIE (as the PA guy was calling the former Carolina Mudcat and Albuquerque Isotope). We got there just as the game was ending, and called out Reggie’s name. He stopped, and was nice enough to autograph the cards.

It was a great time, and going in a group with Turista Libre certainly helped allay any fears I might have had about going to the stadium, which recently underwent $2 million in renovations. The bus ride and game ticket was only $15 for each of us, so it was a great deal. 
 
Reggie Abercrombie signs cards after the game.
Christina and I had such a good time that we might go back, although the league’s season only lasts from May to July, so it would have to be next year.The parking lot had a lot of cars with California plates, and it turns out the stadium is not far from the border crossing at the 905, which is not quite as busy as the station right in downtown Tijuana. 

Reggie Abercrombie is congratulated after fourth-inning homer.
For those who wonder about these things, the businesses we went into and all of the stadium vendors and concessions accepted U.S. dollars at 12 pesos each, which is a good rate, and yes you need a passport even if you are only going to Tijuana. Most of the fans we encountered in the ballpark were friendly, even if we could not converse very well. The smile after a home run does not require translation.

Sunday, June 2, 2013

Howling at the moon in Fullerton

Talk about your weird, fun sports experiences.

Christina and I, and a couple of our baseball friends, went to Saturday night's NCAA regional game between Arizona State and Cal State-Fullerton, and the fact that it started at 9:45 p.m. did not turn out to be the weirdest part of the night.

We were looking forward to the weekend because it included lots of baseball and a party with friends in Gardena. We did not count on the second game of the four we planned to see being the strangest for me in a long time. Christina and I arrived at 7:30 for what was supposed to be an 8 p.m. start, and our friends Alex and Robert were already in line, so we joined them. Based on the previous night's experience at UCLA, where they did not let us in until 5:30 for the 6 p.m. start, nothing seemed awry. That is until someone noted the Columbia-New Mexico game going on inside the stadium had gone to the 10th inning tied at 5.

The NCAA has scheduled these regionals rather tightly. It needs a 55-minute break between games to clear the stadium and get the teams for the second game on the field to take infield practice. So we knew at that point we would be starting late. How late depended on what happened inside Goodwin Field. As the game moved on to the 11th and 12th, it got dark outside and even a little chilly. Finally, Columbia came through for a run in the 13th and held on to beat the Lobos 6-5.

Despite the fact there were 4,000 people in line outside the stadium, the ticket-takers were very efficient and we had plenty of time to find general admission seats in the first section past third base. And the lines for food were not as bad as might have been expected, with lots of options still available at the late hour.

Why did people stick around? Well, Fullerton is a great baseball school and the match-up promised to be excellent with two 11-0 pitchers -- ASU's Ryan Kellogg and Cal State's Justin Garza -- on the mound.

As you might expect with that kind of firepower, ASU was quickly retired in the first as Garza recorded three strikeouts and a hit batter. In the bottom of the first, Kellogg showed off a rather lousy move to first that would not fool any baserunners all night, but eventually got out of the inning. Garza got out of the second unscathed and we settled in for what would ultimately be a great pitcher's duel that Fullerton won 1-0.

But as the bottom of the second got underway, we saw an usher come running down the aisle next to us chasing....an Alaskan husky. The usher went halfway down toward the field (there are maybe 16 or 18 rows) and then threw up his hands. I first thought it was because the dog had decided to relieve himself, but it was because the animal had jumped the railing and was now on the field.

 He went from third base to second rather quickly, passing the two rather surprised infielders along the way, then made a beeline for the outfield. First I though he'd find a way out by right field, but failing to do so, the dog came back along the warning track all the way to left field before leaving via a gate that was opened just for him.

I had already regretted that such a marquee match-up would be seen only by fans that realized it was on ESPNU that late in the evening, and now something this fun would slip into the nether reaches of sports television. Luckily, some folks tweeted about it and the video eventually made its way on the internet.

The rest of the game was not quite as eventful, although the fans got on Kellogg more and more as he tried to catch someone napping at first base. Robert and Alex decided to call it a night in the fifth inning, but Christina and I stayed for the duration, and enjoyed the Titans' efforts.

The late start meant singing "Take Me Out to the Ballgame" just before midnight, and the pressbox also got into the act. After the husky visited in the second inning, "Who Let the Dogs Out" was played during a mound conference. As it neared midnight, we heard "All Night Long" by Lionel Richie and "Sunday Morning" by Orange County's own No Doubt.

I have been to thousands of sporting events, and I have to say this regional game will rank high on my all-time list. A fun game, some weird highlights and an outstanding presentation. Kudos to the Titans, and I hope we get a chance to see them again in the Super Regionals.

By the way, here is a link for the TV coverage of the husky's visit:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AZmaMmmpdIk