Qualcomm Stadium, San Diego, CA
Number of games: 2
First game: July 31, 2000 (Padres 4, Phillies 1)
Last game: August 1, 2000 (Padres 10, Phillies 9, 10 innings)
Qualcomm Stadium is no longer in use for baseball as of the 2004 season.
I never knew why the Padres were called the Padres until I got to San Diego and visited the Mission there (recommended) a few hours before my first game at Qualcomm. Duh! The ballpark is in the Mission District! So it’s not that they believed that priests were somehow intimidating (although I’ve known a few who are), it’s more a local historical nickname, which I think are the best kind.
Qualcomm–this name is an abomination. It is especially offensive in light of the switch from Jack Murphy Stadium, named from the sportswriter who lobbied so hard to bring pro sports to San Diego…and yes, I know it’s “Qualcomm Stadium at Jack Murphy Field,” but that seems to be a weak and lefthanded tribute to Murphy, which actually makes it worse.
The stadium, however, was a pleasant surprise. Given that it’s a multipurpose stadium of the era of Busch, Riverfront, Three Rivers and the Vet, I was expecting it to be bland and boring. While it faces some of the problems of multipurpose stadiums (namely the expanses of empty upper-deck seats), it wasn’t nearly as charmless as all of those. I like the grass, I like the warm dry air, I like the huge out-of-town scoreboard in right field, and I like the immediacy and doggedness with which they report pitch speed and type of pitch on the left field wall. I especially like the good-looking laid-back fans who show a lot of skin because it’s so warm in Southern California–it was a fine place to kick off the 2000 Erotic Love And Baseball Stadium West Coast Swing (which was, alas, completely devoid of erotic love). In short, I guess I like San Diego and its ballpark.
Only one guy talked to me during the games, teasing me about my Mariners hat. He said, after a highlight video between innings: “Dude! [Okay, maybe he didn’t say dude.] There weren’t any Mariners in those great plays.” I said “Stan Javier was in there. He’s the guy who made that juggling catch at the outfield wall. If you’re going to make fun of me, that’s fine, but you’re going to have to get your facts right.” His response. “Okay. Game on!” I waited for him to challenge me again, but he obviously knew he was in over his head. He never spoke to me again.
Before game one, I committed an absolute atrocity. I was lingering in right field, trying my luck in getting a batting practice ball. The right field pavilion is a good 20-25 feet above the ground, so players cannot hand kids balls (the best technique in getting kids a ball…adults too often muscle kids aside to get thrown balls). Anyway, I’m there waiting when Randy Wolf arcs a ball our way. I settle under it, reach up with my 6’3″ body and freakishly long arms, and I’ll be damned, I caught a real-live major league baseball! I felt good about myself for about three-tenths of a second until I looked behind me and saw the 12-year-old I was standing in front of.
Here’s where my mind started to go haywire. I instantly felt a strong wave of Catholic guilt for stepping in front of him…and this on the day I visited the Mission!…and in my mind, I heard: “you should give the kid the ball…you were far taller and in front of him.” As I was thinking this, a group of bitchy junior high girls standing in front of me, between me and Randy Wolf, girls who don’t even have gloves, said “He was throwing us the ball! Give us the ball! He was throwing us the ball!” Something about the combination of these two factors–the mind saying “give the kid the ball” and the girls saying “give us the ball” led to the worst possible outcome. I gave the girls the ball. I should have either kept the ball (it’s not like I bumped the kid aside or reached over him, I was in front of him all along, and there’s no way Randy had an intended receiver so far away) or else given it to the short kid I inadvertently blocked out. I did neither. And the stupid girls didn’t even thank me. I should have ripped the damn thing back from them. Won’t make that mistake again. But yes…I caught a ball.
BASEBALL STUFF I’VE SEEN HERE:
The Phillies and Padres were both bad teams in 2000, but I saw two good games…
I saw Woody Williams battle Bruce Chen in quite a pitchers’ duel…Woody had a 3-hit shutout until Pat Burrell homered with two out in the 8th.
The 10-9 game was amazing. The Pads took a 9-1 lead through 6 innings…then blew it before winning in the 10th. I don’t have a Padre record book handy (indeed, or at all), but I wonder if that’s the biggest lead they’ve ever blown…or does it count as a blown lead if you win anyway?
John Mabry homered in his first at-bat for the Padres after being traded from Seattle the night before.
Trevor Hoffman took the mound with a 9-7 lead for the 9th…it really is cool when they play “Hell’s Bells” as he comes in…got two outs, then gave up back-to-back homers to Scott Rolen and Burrell to blow the save. The crowd couldn’t believe it. Neither could I.(Written August 2001. Revised July 2005.)