Just when you think you couldn’t love New York City any more than you already do, you go to a Brooklyn Cyclones game on Coney Island. And fall in love all over again.
How could you not?
You’re watching great baseball sitting next to the Coney Island Boardwalk overlooking the Atlantic Ocean. That’s right – you can see the ocean from your seat in the stands. And because the stadium seats only about 7500 fans, every seat feels like it’s right on the field.
There are couples on dates and families with kids and buddies drinking beers, and in the ladies’ room line an old lady with teased yellow hair who is sitting in a wheelchair and wearing a Cyclones T shirt tells you the score.
You get to sing “Take Me Out to the Ballgame” at the top of your lungs and are transported back to your childhood.
While standing in line for a Nathan’s foot long, you strike up a conversation with a big guy from Africa who’s at his first Cyclones game, and when you say it’s your first game too, the two of you look at one another and just smile.
There’s so much going on – not a second is wasted between plays. Every minute of down time on the field is a chance to shoot more t-shirts out to the crowd, to sing more songs, to watch the cheerleaders dance, to have the kids come down to the field for a pitching contest. This is baseball with A.D.D., and it’s fun!
And then there’s that great triple in the bottom of the ninth that won it for the home team.
Not to mention the Ocean sunset.
And the walk along the beach and the boardwalk on the way back to the subway.
And the Wonder Wheel.
The most fun I’ve ever had at a ball game.
Go.
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This is another post in a special TBTAM series “Shh! Don’t Tell the Tourists!”