- The ramp leading to the blue seats smelled like weed.
- "cans bottles, and alcoholic beverages" lady
- And what was that weird rubber stuff in between slabs of concrete?
- Catching the last bus at 10pm in government square in the mid 1980s after a Reds game, as a kid, was "an experience."
- Top 6 and sneak into the blue seats, with sharpie and baseball cards. "Hey Mr. Oester!! Mr. Daniels!!!"
- Better dodge those ushers though, when hopping the fence to blue. They had eyes in the back of their gray haired heads.
- I don't recall a ball being tossed to a fan more than once or twice a game, if that.
- There were these one seats, down the 3rd base line in the blue seats, in shallow left field. There were only two seats in the entire row, because of the angle. And you were right there up close and personal with the LFer.
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The bathrooms were a different level of gross, and the toilet paper was scratchy.
- The real fun was either, going around and sitting in as many different seats... which was the safer bet. Or, making a game of gradually moving down to the best seats you can sit in without getting busted by the ushers. I never made it behind the plate, but I got as close as front row right by the Reds dugout entrance. Not bad for a 5 dollar ticket.
- In my older age, I now wonder if the ushers were really as bad as I thought they were. Or if we were as slick as we thought we were. We got away with a lot, and of all the games I went to as a kid, and I went to a lot of them, we never got kicked out once. The worst we got was "move on, kid..." I'm guessing the reality was, we got more eyerolls with nothing said or done from the ushers than anything else.
- Walks do indeed haunt.
- 1980s astroturf is hard. And hot, during the summer, even at night.
- Sometimes it was nice to just stay up in top six, admire the views, and the summer breeze.
- I thought those summers would last forever. Now I sound like a Bryan Adams song, great...