Usually when I sit down to
write about a park, I think about its appearance, the amenities, any
unique physical aspects about the setting or the stadium itself, and so
on. But, every once and a while, an experience at the park
transcends those things and takes center stage.
My first visit to NYSEG Stadium was much like most of my first
visits. I walked around the place, getting different photo
angles and trying to get a general sense of the atmosphere. Usually,
in the midst of this, the game itself sometimes fades into the background,
since I usually hold very little rooting interest in the teams
playing. But, by the bottom of the eighth inning, I was standing
near a concession stand where I could hear the radio broadcast, and the
announcer said something about a no-hitter. I quickly glanced at the
scoreboard, and to my great surprise, the top line sported nothing but
donuts.
I quickly grabbed a seat.
By the start of the ninth
inning, the crowd of 3,000 plus was electric. Every pitch, every
swing of the bat, was crucial. When the third baseman recorded
two straight putouts, the crowd, which hadn't stopped clapping since the
announcement of the first batter, got on their feet. When they heard
the crack of the bat, the crowd gasped collectively, as the ball looked as
though it might have a chance at dropping. But, the right fielder
shifted ever so slightly, squeezed the ball, and ...
I had seen my first-ever
no-hitter.
After that, I didn't really
think too much about the fact that NYSEG Stadium is a pretty
run-of-the-mill type of place. At that moment, it had earned a
special spot in my memory.
Since that night, I haven't
really thought much about the details of the stadium. But, since you
probably clicked on this page to get a description, I'll give it a
try. NYSEG Stadium, which is named after the New York State Electric
& Gas Corporation, is built according to a basic (yet not that
commonly used) template for building ballparks. It is somewhat
similar to New Britain Stadium,
in that it consists mostly of a very large grandstand with a concourse
underneath. While the seating area is somewhat attractive, utilizing
100% blue individual seats, the concourse is surprisingly dark.
There are only a handful of luxury boxes on either side of the press box,
and there is a comparatively small roof on top of the whole thing.
The setting is unspectacular,
being in an apparently run-down section of town, but the view is quite
nice. Instead of old the old buildings in the neighborhood, the park
faces away from the city and towards the mountains in the distance.
There's also an occasional train that passes by just past the outfield
wall during games.
As far as amenities, the
concession prices are actually relatively cheap, with $1 hot dogs, there
is a picnic area down the left field line and a games area down the right
field line.
Bottom Line: In
my book, the park is average, but the memories I have of my game
here are outstanding.



Bob Keppel acknowledges the crowd after
pitching his first no-hitter (Saturday, August 2, 2003)

"Ballwinkle" and "Buddy
Bee"
