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One More From the Road

This season I went on four road trips, and from this quartet of excursions I was able to generate 32 blog posts.

Well, let’s make it 33. That’s a good number, associated as it is with Rolling Rock, the longest professional baseball game ever played, and what will soon be my age (Where does the time go?)

My latest trip, Maryland-centric in nature, unfortunately yielded very little time in which to explore the area. For whatever reason, I was forever playing catch-up. But after attending the Hagerstown Suns game on September 1, I did get the chance to check out a spot recommended by reader Bruce Voge: Krumpe’s Do-Nuts.

This out-of-the-way little spot is only open from 7 p.m. to 2 a.m., and is located right off of this most appropriately-named side street.

Inside, there is barely room for more than four customers at a time. The majority of the space is dedicated to donut-making (or do-nut-making, as it were).

And excellent donuts they were, serving as holesome late-night blog and article-writing fuel.

The next day, while driving out of Hagerstown and towards yet another hotel room (this one in Annapolis),  I spotted the following establishment.

Being a Pennsylvania native who grew up relatively close to Dutch country, I couldn’t help but stop in. The place was filled with sights such as the following:

A Dutch Oven

In addition to bread there was a fine assortment of cheeses, meats, pickles, and hand-crafted what-have-yous; it would truly be an asset to live near such an establishment. But I have been spoiled in the past by multiple visits to Philadelphia’s Reading Terminal as well as Allentown’s Farmer’s Market, so my standards for this sort of thing are very high. The strip-mall location and anodyne atmosphere were enough to make this visit a short one, so I picked up some hot garlic pickles and sour cream and onion pretzels and went on my way.

About an hour later, after vigilantly scouring every road sign for establishments that looked independent in nature, I ended up here.

The Barbara Fritchie Restaurant, a most aesthetically appealing eatery named after a Civil War heroine who was immortalized in a rousing poem by John Greenleaf Whittier. The iconic candy stick sign references a bygone confectioner who used to operate in the area, under the name of Barbara Fritchie Chocolates.

My photos of the inside are, unfortunately, not blog quality (and that’s really saying something). But click HERE for more on this establishment.

My 2011 travels ended in Delmarva, and I already wrote a fairly epic blog post about that experience. But before visiting the stadium I was treated to lunch at the unassuming and eminently tasty Back Street Grill.

If you’re ever in Salisbury, MD and are a fan of big sandwiches and excellently-cooked french fries, then by all means stop by. And on your way home, don’t forget to take in the idyllic campus of Salisbury University…

located a proverbial stone’s throw from the #1 team-branded water tower in all of Minor League Baseball.

When it comes to road trip content, that is really and truly all she wrote. Except for some swag pics, of course. There are always swag pics.

But I’ll save those for another day. For it is officially the offseason now, and I need all the content I can get. Please send some my way.

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On the Road: Taking It To the Rooftop in Hagerstown

One of the things I love most about Minor League Baseball — stop me if you’ve heard this one before — is how much the atmosphere can vary from location to location. No matter the league or level of play, you never quite know what you’re going to get.

I spent Wednesday evening within the vast crustacean-crushing expanse of Aberdeen’s Cal Ripken Stadium, but Thursday was a far different story — a jump up in the level of play, but a step back in time in terms of the stadium environment.

Welcome to Municipal Stadium, the 80-year-old home of the Hagerstown Suns.

I was immediately reminded of Kinston’s Grainger Stadium — covered grandstand seating, bleachers down the right and left field lines, and a concourse located directly between the ticket booth and the stadium itself.

And see that grandiloquent spiral staircase up there? That is how one gains access to the rooftop press box.

From this vantage point, I was able to get a prime view of the pre-game dance team performance…

as well as the ballpark’s rustic surroundings.

Just don’t look down, as vertigo is the result.

The pressbox itself is decorated with a beautiful baseball-emblazoned carpet…

as well as holes in the ceiling made by actual baseballs.

It’s a pleasant albeit dilapidated environment, one certainly not built to accommodate the hordes of media who descended upon Hagerstown earlier this season to cover the likes of super-teen Bryce Harper and 20-something extraordinaire Stephen Strasburg. For more on that check out my piece on MiLB.com.

Before the game I did my usual array of Flipcam interviews, conducting these riveting conversations just outside of the home clubhouse.

And while it’s not visible in the shot, that red circle amidst the retired numbers reads “Adenhart” in honor of Hagerstown native Nick Adenhart. The team recently held “Nick Adenhart Night” at the stadium, featuring a memorabilia auction to benefit the charitable foundation established in his memory.

It was September 1, and even baseball players thoughts were turning to football.

While visiting Aberdeen caused me wax rhapsodic about endless expanses, the Hagerstown experience is all about the intimacy.

post-industrial Class A

Thirsty Thursday: the beginning stages

The dugouts here are indeed unique, the closest to home plate that I have ever seen. On the home side (first base), fans can plop down their concessions on the roof and watch from there (an area generally occupied by host families and booster club members). On the third base side there is the row of dugout seating seen above.

While the videoboard was on the fritz, the manually-operated scoreboard worked just fine.

And further along the wall is the visitor’s bullpen, looking for all the world like a piece of outfield signage.

The BlueClaws Bullpen: Providing Relief for Lakewood's South Atlantic League Club Since 2001

It really is close quarters all around. The following picture shows the aftermath of a between-inning promotion, with the contestants sidestepping fans and their concessions as they leave the top of the dugout.

This has led the Suns’ front office to get creative with some of their promotions — in one memorable instance, rubber chickens were thrown off of the roof to contestants down on the field.

Suns' staff members Paige Tanner and Sarah Grasmon, ready to throw some fowl.

My camera’s number one adversary is movement of any kind, but I nonetheless did my best to document this most unique between-inning endeavor.

While back up on the roof I took in the view from the so-called “best seat in the house,” a wooden bench just to the right of the press box entrance.

It wasn’t quite as relaxing as I would have liked. As I was trying to prop my feet up in a pose of exaggerated comfort, a foul ball was hit in my direction and slammed off the press box facade with a disconcerting smack. Suns broadcaster Bryan Holland, a veteran of such ball-istic missiles, seemed to be unfazed.

So back down to the concourse I went, the land of vague PSAs and emotionally absent vending machines.

There were discounted hot dogs to be had at the main concession stand…

but duty compelled me to visit Hartle’s Fry Tent.

Deep-fried everything!

It was wing night (six for $3), so I opted for an order of those — with a side of beet eggs!

The wings weren’t very good. But beet eggs — hardboiled, peeled and pickled — were a definitely worthwhile $2 purchase. And, like a committed proponent of a classless egalitarian society, they are red all the way through.

The light meal left me feeling like I had to visit the leftfield light pole, which was knocked down during a harrowing July thunderstorm (only one game had to be canceled, remarkably enough).

Here’s the new light pole location, with the old clearly visible.

Meanwhile, Thirsty Thursday was in full swing. It was definitely a bit of a rougher crowd down there — bald heads and tattoos amidst a thick crowd of cigarette smoke.

While hanging out amidst the Thirsty Thursday crew, I happened to overhear the most obscene conversation I’ve ever been privy to at a Minor League ballpark. Details are confidential.

Not confidential is the ballgame’s final score — 10-1 in favor of the visiting Lakewood BlueClaws. Here’s the winning team engaging in ritualistic post-game celebrations, a fitting final image from an evening largely devoted to taking things in from an elevated vantage point.

benjamin.hill@mlb.com

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