[A passerby not actually going to the game, Doug took the photo. A long time Red Wing fan, Doug says he misses the $2 blue seats at the old ball park, Silver Stadium. If it was cold, the sun nicely warmed up the $2 blue seats. 4/9/18]
Recently, I re-discovered my 1975 Red Wing Knot Hole Gang card. To be official the card had to be signed by both a parent (or guardian) and a teacher. A gang member agreed to five rules, including “I will get a drink and go to the toilet before going into stand.” and “I will be REAL SPORT and NOT RAZZ ANYBODY.”
Begun in 1927, the Red Wings Knot Hole Gang Kid’s Club has been a staple at Silver Stadium and Frontier Field. The myth of the Knot Hole goes far back in Americana. The idea is that children could not afford tickets to baseball games. As a recourse, they watched games through holes in the fences. Supposedly, the Knot Hole gang was created to remedy that inequity by providing children with affordable seats, freeing them from the eye strain of peering through the knot hole.
This year Opening Day was postponed three straight days. Luckily, I had some free time on Monday when the game was finally played. This seemed like the perfect day to use my pass, albeit 43 years later.
But foiled! The ticket vendor refused me, claiming the pass had expired, I needed to be accompanied by an adult, and that — looking me over — he wasn’t sure I could be trusted to NOT RAZZ ANYBODY. To make matters worse, I was flat broke. I had to watch the game through the “Knot Hole.”
POSTSCRIPT: In yesterday’s Democrat and Chronicle, in “Playing baseball this early in Rochester makes no sense for Wings, or their fans,” Sal Maiorano makes an impassioned argument as to why the early portion of the International League season should be played in its southern cities, sparing the northern cities from frigid conditions and snow outs.
Sal offered a provocative solution. Sal suggests we start the season in mid-April, play a week later into September, and eliminate the postseason. At first glance, the idea is tantalizing, although upon reflection it has various flaws (that only baseball aficionados might notice.)
Ultimately, eliminating the postseason would also eliminate those rich and memorable postseason moments when only the diehards came to Silver and Frontier.
My final game of 1974 was game 5 of the Governor’s Cup series lost by the Wings 8-1 on a chilly September night before only 3,596. With the best players often called up to the majors, the kids back in school and the temperatures dropping, International League playoff games are routinely poorly attended. That night was no different.
After the game, I asked the groundskeepers if I could quickly walk on the field to see what it felt like. They opened the gate. I ran over to first base, kicked it lightly like a tire on a new car, and hurried back across the spongy grass lest I overdo my privilege. Looking back now, of course, it was no big deal. It was a cold night; the sparse crowd was almost gone. So what if they let a kid run onto the field. It wasn’t as if anyone was going to take pictures on their cell phone. But back then it felt like I could have been [Red Wing’s shortstop Tim Nordbrook]
Another memorable moment occurred on September 14th, 2006. My then colleague Manny Lopez of the RIT Mathematics Department invited me to join him and his wife for game three of the playoffs between the Red Wings and the Toledo Mud Hens at Frontier Field. Sort of. The game was actually played in Toledo, but the Red Wings invited fans to watch a live broadcast on the scoreboard. As I recall, parking was free, you paid 5 dollars for entrance and got a hot dog.
A couple of thousand were there. Manny and his wife are from Cuba and hence diehard baseball fans. Now living in Rochester, they are big Wings fans. They even contemplated taking an adventurous road trip to Toledo to watch in person.
In about the third inning, the skies opened up with a torrential downpour. Many people left. But not us. Raised in the Caribbean, the Lopez’s were accustomed to rain storms. We huddled in the seats where the roof blocked the rain, ate our hot dogs, saw lightning over the train tracks across from center field. We stayed to the soaked end in which the Wings happily won 10 – 4.
A year ago or so, I ran into the Lopez’s at Topps. We recalled the game fondly. Since 2006, they’ve had two children and can only rarely make spontaneous trips to Frontier much less adventurous road trips to Toledo. But they did say if the Wings ever make it to the Governor’s Cup finals, they’ll be there.
Nonetheless, Sal was right about not playing in early April. Yesterday’s game was chilly and sparsely attended. Knot hole or not hole, I only stayed for the first half inning.
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