On the Road: A Can-Do Spirit in Gwinnett
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While traveling this country each summer, it is generally my intent to not visit ballparks in which I have already set foot. I don’t like redundancy as redundancy is something I don’t like, particularly when there are still a couple of dozen ballparks that I have yet to visit once.
But there are exceptions to every rule. I first visited the Gwinnett Braves in 2010 — getting termites in my pants and eating Knucksie sandwiches — and last month I visited them again. It’s just how the schedule worked out, and I make no apologies (primarily because no one has asked for one).
And, redundant or not, I was happy to visit Gwinnett again. I’ve always respected the operating skills of general manager North Johnson (and not just because he has the best front office name in all of baseball), and this season Brandon Apter had joined on as the director of promotions. I had been in touch with Brandon on a regular basis during his previous stint with the Frederick Keys, and knew that he would do his best to make my evening in Gwinnett a spirited one.
So let’s get to it, lest it get to us!
Some quick facts:
— The Gwinnett Braves are the Triple-A affiliate of the Atlanta Braves.
— The Atlanta Braves own the Gwinnett Braves.
— Gwinnett County is a suburb of Atlanta.
Given the above three circumstances, it should come as no surprise that the G-Braves’ home of Coolray Field is heavy on big league Braves iconography. The banners in the above photo feature Chipper Jones, Bobby Cox and….is that Dale Murphy? It’s kind of hard for me to tell. Let’s just say Dale Murphy.
It’s not hard to find a parking space, as Coolray Field has vast swaths of asphalt that are ready and waiting for the sweet, soft tread of your automobile.
The hoi polloi was lined up early on this particular Saturday, as Mike Minor bobbleheads were on the giveaway docket.
The view from the concourse as the gates were opened.
The view of the field as the gates were opened. It was a beautiful day, the clouds billowy as all get out.
I don’t have any pictures of the Mike Minor bobbleheads that were given away, but I do have a photo of an oversized Rochester Red Wings hat. This was to be used as part of a villain’s outfit in the next day’s Superhero promotion.
I knew that I would be busy during the game itself, so I used this little window of time to take a quick lap around Coolray Field.
Here’s Niekro’s, named after legendary Braves pitcher Phil Niekro and serving a sandwich named after Niekro’s signature pitch.
The knuckleball was the signature pitch and the “Knucksie” is the signature sandwich. Here’s my 2010 file photo of the Knucksie, which is described as “House smoked pulled BBQ pork piled high with pickle chips, caramelized onions, two kinds of BBQ sauce, and coleslaw, and served on a toasted corn muffin.”
I’ll seize this brief window of opportunity to gratuitously mention that, in 1979, 40-year-old Niekro went 21-20 over 44 starts for the Braves. He threw 344 innings and tossed 23 complete games, just one of which was a shutout. 1979 was the third of three consecutive seasons in which Niekro pitched 330 innings or more.
Of course, pitching that frequently, Niekro would get shelled on occasion. Please allow that observation to serve as your segue into this photo of a peanut kiosk.
In this photo inflatable Chopper looks likes an unworthy supplicant, beseeching God.
It has taken longer than originally planned, but a large-scale development project is soon set to kick off at Coolray Field. The Views would be a good place to live, so long as you’re really into Braves-affiliated Triple-A baseball.
The views in the other direction are pretty good as well.
Hey, it’s Chopper, taking the time to pose with his favorite obscure sportswriter.
With the game about to begin, I headed down to the playing field. This groundskeeper was in a staring contest with third base, entering its third hour.
But more interesting to me was seeing my old friends Baldy, Shades, and Martinez. Here’s hoping that TNT picks up their show for a second season.
I was on the field because I had been invited to throw out a ceremonial first pitch. I wore my newly acquired GoPro headstrap while doing so, but the resultant footage was too shaky to use (I’m learning, slowly but surely. Basically, the camera was affixed to the base of my skull too loosely).
My pitch was a perfect strike. And even sans-GoPro footage, I have proof! Just hit play…
I’ll reference a few other elements of that video a bit later on. But, for now, I’d like to mention that the G-Braves players were wearing specialty Doctor-theme jerseys on this evening. The jerseys were auctioned off via a silent auction during the game, with proceeds benefiting the Gwinnett Medical Center.
I had made a plan to spend most of the game with Brandon Apter and his promo team, more or less embedding myself as a promo intern of sorts. Here’s Brandon. He and I both grew up in the Philly suburbs. (I went to Wissahickon, he went to neighboring Upper Dublin. Wissahickon is notable in that its 1992 seventh-grade baseball team went undefeated, led by the leadoff efforts of diminutive on-base machine Ben “Future Obscure Baseball Writer” Hill.)
I started off by shooting the t-shirt gun into the crowd, a task that always gives me anxiety because I am perennially fearful of disappointing people. (For the Ben’s Biz completists out theee, the t-shirt gun shooting begins at the :12 second mark in the above video.)
With the game underway…
Brandon and I then took a leisurely stroll through the tunnel located down the first base line. Cans awaited.
More specifically, the above three upside down individuals compete in the SATA (Southern Aerosol Technical Association) Can Race. The contestants are Stubs (shaving cream), Sunny (sunscreen), and Bugs (insect repellent). The purpose of the race is to raise awareness of both aerosol recycling options and inhalation abuse. A side benefit is that the cans often get to beat the crap out of each other.
I prepared for battle, slowly transforming myself into the guise of Stubs.
As is often the case when I run a mascot race, I simply hung back and let the carnage happen elsewhere. This photo shows Stubs (me) just after he won the race, after Sunny and Bugs (bottom left corner) had been knocked out of the running.
As for how that happened, watch the video. The Can Race intro bit starts at 1:12, but pay particular attention to what happens at the 2:00 mark.
Bugs, aka promo intern Taylor Boone, took a shovel to the head! Chopper was the culprit; Chopper is a Jerk. For you, Chopper:
These Can Races are downright Cronenbergian, in that they have a History of Violence. I wrote about this in far more detail over on MiLB.com, the official website of
Missing Letters Bureau Minor League Baseball. That article also contains this video, of a can race that had taken place the previous month.
Jessie the promo intern gets clobbered at the finish, but she lived to tell the tale. This is a must-watch.
Chopper’s shovel of death, hanging demurely in the so-called “Area of Refuge.”
I’m not exactly sure what that room is a refuge from. Maybe the pervasive litter in the visitor’s dugout?
Rahl and Rohlfing soon had a front row seat for this wing-eating contest.
The dude in the camo shorts ended the contest with the wing-eating equivalent of dropping the mic.
Exciting conclusion of Gwinnett Braves wing-eating contest. https://t.co/6d0GXa6n6M
— Benjamin Hill (@bensbiz) June 8, 2014
My next failed attempt at gathering GoPro footage occurred at the end of the fourth inning.
I ran around the basepaths, putting two identical pieces of a baseball uniform on each base. This was the set-up for the “Dress Around the Basepaths” contest, in which a couple of kids race each other around the basepaths. Of course, they have to stop and put on an article of clothing at each base.
After witnessing this spectacle, I was inspired to go upstairs and put on a new article of clothing myself.
Gwinnett Braves Doctor’s Jersey, as worn by Ben’s Biz. Let’s start the bidding at $1.29.
Modeling stint complete, I returned to the field in time to witness a car washing contest.
The kid on the left had a far better technique.
The above contest took place at the end of the fifth inning. Three outs later, it was time for the Dave & Buster’s “Eat, Drink, and Play” competition. Eat a hot dog, drink a cup of water, do the dizzy bat and then sink a basketball shot. Good job out there, kids. I can’t remember which of you won.
Finally, it was time for a game of “Guess the Pizza Topping” atop the dugout roof.
I find this to be one of the more hypnotic entries in my Vine catalog.
“Is it raisins?”
Good showing by a guy guessing a pizza topping. https://t.co/50uXmdKyGf
— Benjamin Hill (@bensbiz) June 8, 2014
And that was about it for the various between-innings hi-jinx and tomfoolery. Apter, like myself, is a Phillies fan by upbringing. His tomahawk chop was strictly perfunctory, and, most likely, damaging to his soul.
These kids, they were cheering after their Dad won a Price is Right-inspired “Hi-Lo” game.
Shortly after this moment of triumph, the game resumed.
And shortly after this resumption, it was complete. The G-Braves lost by a score of 3-2, and then had to remain on the field while they were matched up with the individual who had bid for their Doctor-theme jersey.
Nothing left to do now but throw some tennis balls into a plastic pool. You know how we do.
Most of these attempts were unsuccessful.
The G-Braves generally have high production values, but this goodbye message isn’t exactly racking up any points in the style department.
I hope to come back soon. I already miss my pal Stubs.
Meanwhile, my next trip is fast approaching. Contact me with suggestions of any kind regarding each of the following ballparks. And if you want to be a “Designated Eater” at a park where that honor is available, then get in touch!
July 18: Akron RubberDucks
Designated Eater: Adam Ray, Joe Meadows
July 19: West Virginia Power
July 20: Columbus Clippers
July 21: Indianapolis Indians
Designated Eater: Tim Mullin
July 22: Louisville Bats
July 23: Lexington Legends
July 24: Dayton Dragons
Designated Eater: George Coleman, Richie Devotie