I’m in Texas!
Well, not now. But I was. You know what I mean.
As you can probably tell in the above photo, I was super-duper-mega stoked to be visiting Arlington to see the Texas Rangers in action at Globe Life Park. If you’ve already read about my mammoth travel day, you’ll know that I was supposed to see the Rangers on September 19, too, but that the travel gods had different plans. Nevertheless, when I woke up on the morning of September 20, I was glad I was finally in Texas and ready to see some Lone Star State baseball.
Given that I’d now be in Arlington for only one game instead of two, I wanted to make the most out of my visit. I was thrilled to be getting a media credential for the game, which meant that I wanted to get to the park early and check things out before the gates opened.
My hotel, the Hawthorn Suites by Wyndham Arlington/DFW South, was just less than two miles from Globe Life Park, so I set out about 9 a.m. for the short walk down to Ballpark Way, which runs directly to — as you might guess — the park. I was so excited for my first sign of Texas baseball that I took this picture of the Ballpark Way sign:
Just after taking this photo, I could see Globe Life Park standing in the distance, just beyond this Chevron gas station:
The excitement that was building on my walk to the park was quickly zapped when the sidewalk abruptly ended and I was left looking at a six-lane bridge over the interstate. While I was hoping there’d be a pedestrian lane, there definitely wasn’t, as you can see in this Google Street View image:
It didn’t seem particularly smart or legal to walk down the center island, nor take the shoulder, so I reversed my steps back to the hotel to find a different method of transportation. (By the way, you can see Globe Life Park to the right of the road in the distance. The roller coasters you see are part of the sprawling Six Flags Over Texas.)
The good news is that if you’re a guest at the hotel I visited (or several others located around the area) you can get a free trolley pass that allows you to travel easily between nearby attractions. I picked up my pass at the front desk, photographed it …
… and sat at the trolley stop to wait for the next ride.
The wait wasn’t long, although it was crazy hot, and soon enough I was seated on this trolley finally heading for Globe Life Park:
I normally plan to visit MLB parks over the course of two days to make sure I have enough time to take in all the sights. That was the plan for this trip, of course, until my unavoidable travel delays threw a wrench into the plans. I must admit that when I hopped off the trolley and stood on the sidewalk in front of the ballpark, I was a little overwhelmed. Fortunately, the thing that got me out of my head was the beauty of the structure in front of me. Globe Life Park is simply outstanding looking and I’m already itching to go back! I love the brick, the glass and the arches that make up the park’s construction, and it was a thrill to start walking down the sidewalk and take some pictures. One of the first shots I took was this one of myself, which includes part of the park’s gorgeous design and, of course, the state flag of Texas:
Here’s a follow-up shot that shows the pavilion in front of the park:
And, of course, the scene in panoramic format, which you can click to make huge:
I spent a while checking out the scene outside the park, but not as long as I’d have liked. I was eager to get inside and soon found the media entrance:
After I’d picked up my pass, this was my first sight of the field:
Time to feel a little overwhelmed again. This was the first time I’d had full media access to an MLB park and my mind was racing. I wanted to go to the press box. I wanted to go to the dugouts. I wanted to GO ON THE FIELD! But, as always, I also love the idea of strolling the concourse at a virtually empty park. ARGH! What to do?
(Talk about a first-world problem, eh?)
Obviously, the solution was to fit as many things in as I could. This included a walk through a stretch of the concourse …
… and continued with a visit to the press box. My first priority in this awesome spot, even before taking any pictures, was to get hydrated. I headed to the media dining room and devoured several glasses of ice-cold water — that Texas heat is no joke. Next, I took this photo of the field from the front of the press box:
I spent a few minutes hanging out in this area and just enjoying the spectacular view in front of me. Most of the working media had yet to arrive, so the area was pretty quiet with the exception of a handful of people tapping on their laptops. Although I was definitely enjoying my visit in the press box, I was more than intrigued with the idea of taking the elevator down below the concourse and to the clubhouse level. I figured I could return to the press box later in the day, so I took an elevator ride and soon enough I was standing here:
The tunnel was pretty quiet, other than the occasional cart driving past or a staff member hustling somewhere. For the next several minutes, I wandered through the tunnel and saw a bunch of cool behind-the-scenes stuff. Here’s the sign outside the Rangers media room:
The stage all set for the post-game concert that would take place on the field:
And there was and endless pile of shelves containing boxes upon boxes of chips, peanuts, nachos and drinks:
What most intrigued me, however, was this doorway:
The Rangers players walk from their clubhouse through this doorway, down a tunnel and into the dugout. So, naturally, that’s the path I took. Here’s another look at the entrance of the door. At the far end, you can see the steps leading up from the dugout to the field:
The tunnel to the dugout was lined with cool things to see. There were lists of all the Rangers who’d won MLB awards over the years and a series of images that showed the progression of the team’s logo, which I thought was cool:
Tired of tunnel coverage? No? Excellent. Here’s one final shot I took before I entered the Rangers dugout — check out the horseshoe hanging over the doorway:
It was obviously a huge thrill to step into a big league dugout. I’ve done it before, but only during tours and not on game day, so it was cool seeing the players’ equipment laid out in anticipation of their arrival. Here are the Rangers helmets, elbow guards and batting gloves, for example:
Josh Hamilton’s gear is in the second row, second from the right, and I was close enough that I could’ve put it on. I didn’t, for the record.
The team’s benches were still empty at this point, but the drinks, snacks and gum were all carefully laid out:
I spent a few moments in the dugout and was the only person there at the time. It was definitely a big moment to be standing in an MLB dugout alone just a few hours before first pitch. Soon enough, though, I was excited to climb the steps onto the field. When I did, this was the glorious view:
Wanting to really document this exciting moment, I took a bunch of photos.
A shot of me:
A shot of my shoes on the warning track dirt:
A panorama from behind home plate:
And another shot of me from the same spot:
I was stoked to be standing in this spot, but I quickly noticed two things that made it even better.
1. The giant video board atop the right field seats was showing the Blue Jays/Red Sox game:
2. The Rangers began to filter out onto the field, walking right past me in the process.
I enjoyed watching the players’ interactions with one another and, by this time, with a small group of fans that had made its way down to field level. After just hanging out and soaking up the scene for a few minutes, I wandered over to the visitors’ side where I spotted Seattle Mariners starting pitcher Taijuan Walker:
Not very often you get this vantage point of a player, right?
I soon continued toward the left field corner and stopped to take this panorama:
Here, I stood for several minutes and watched the Mariners play catch. I love watching pregame warm-ups and always take the opportunity to observe the proceeding from as close to the action as possible. I think it’s safe to say that this spot …
… has provided the best view of the pregame sights that I’ve encountered so far!
Although part of me was eager to begin exploring the rest of the park, I certainly wasn’t in any rush to leave the field. It was too bad that batting practice wasn’t taking place, but even just standing on the field and being so close to the players was a huge thrill in itself. The next picture I took with my brother in mind, as he’s a fan of Cholula hot sauce — plus, you’ve got to be impressed with this awesome seating setup, right?
Eventually, I made my way back toward home plate and looked around. An usher had just finished carefully placing peanuts, popcorn and bottled water in the fancy seats behind the screen, as you can see here:
I continued to hang out on the warning track between home plate and the Texas dugout for a little while longer until the players began to filter off the field:
Once most of them had left, I figured that I’d follow their lead and head off the field, too. All told, I’d spent close to an hour exploring the tunnels and walking around on the field and it was definitely one of the biggest highlights for me since I started The Ballpark Guide in 2010. Such an amazing experience!
I stepped through the gate between the field and the lower seating bowl and began making my way up toward the cross-aisle so that I could get some shots of Globe Life Park from a different angle. After taking this panorama …
… it was time to return to the concourse and take a serious look around. The thing that drew my eye the most was the absolutely incredible concession options. It’s probably not breaking news for me to inform you that Texas indeed has Texas-sized food, but seeing these creations up close made my jaw drop.
Would you like to take a break for a snack? I don’t think it’s wise to view the following pictures on an empty stomach.
This is a shot that shows the park’s five signature oversized creations. In the middle of the picture, you can see a full-sized baseball bat that works as a reference point. Keeping the bat in mind shows you just how ginormous these options are. From closest to me, you’re looking at:
- Kaboom Kabob: A two-foot-long kabob of chicken and vegetables covered in a Teriyaki glaze and served over rice. ($16)
- Tenaco: A two-foot-long taco shell filled with one foot of ground beef and one foot of ground chicken, topped with lettuce, nacho cheese, pico de gallo, jalapenos and sour cream. ($26)
- Beltre Buster Burger: A one-pound burger topped with a half pound of bacon and slathered in grilled onions, Monterrey Jack cheese and served on a pretzel bun. ($26)
- Choomongous: A two-foot-long sandwich made of Teriyaki beef and loaded with spicy coleslaw and Sriracha mayo. ($26)
- Boomstick: A two-foot-long, one-pound hot dog covered in chili, nacho cheese, grilled onions and jalapenos and served on a hoagie roll. ($26)
Of these, the Boomstick is probably the most famous, as it has made its way around baseball-related social media since it was unveiled. But, I was pretty darned impressed and slightly morbidly curious about each of the other items, too. As much as I would’ve liked to eat one of these, it wasn’t sensible to think about tackling on my own. If I’d had a travel partner, though, I think my first choice would’ve been the Tenaco. What about you? What would you want to eat? Let me know in the comments below.
I loved how the Rangers made visibility a priority with this concession stand. Obviously, many fans would be curious to see this food, and the windows around the stand meant that people could gawk at the cooking and assembly processes. Here’s a shot I took of the kabobs and hot dogs being kept warm:
And for size context, here’s someone tending to the food:
In terms of delicious-looking and huge meals, the above five were far from the few I saw. Here are three others that aren’t as big, but definitely look delicious:
- Steak sandwich: Sliced steak with creamy horseradish, grilled onions, lettuce and tomato on a Ciabatta bun. ($15.50)
- Sausage sundae: Mashed potatoes topped with parsley flakes, one scoop of brisket and one scoop of mac and cheese, all served between a split sausage. ($13.25)
- Brisket sausage: Sausage with barbecue sauce and onions on a hoagie roll. ($10)
Despite being majorly enticed by the food options I was seeing (I was really tempted to grab the sausage sundae) I wanted to continue checking out the sights before sitting down to eat. The next stop I made was the team’s game-used area on the concourse. At this risk of overusing this analogy, it was also Texas-sized and given that I’m a big-time collector, I had a blast checking things out. Here are a couple game-used jerseys:
Game-used bases at half price:
By the way, a game-used base is on my bucket list of sports memorabilia. So, you know, if you’re doing any last-minute shopping ….
After the game-used section, I made a quick trip through the team shop, which was really crowded. First pitch was approaching and I wanted to get some food and grab a seat, but I first took this shot at an outstanding selection of Rangers drinkware:
By now, I couldn’t ignore my excitement for some unique type of food any longer. I perused another few concession stands and found something that really enticed me: Brisket mac and cheese balls:
What you’re looking at is a combination of brisket and mac and cheese, rolled together and formed into balls, and then breaded and deep-fried. They’re topped with nacho cheese and BBQ sauce, and I can tell you that they were absolutely delicious. Good smoky flavor from the brisket, gooey satisfaction from the mac and cheese and a nice crunch from the breading. Freaking awesome combination.
Here’s what the inside of the balls looked like:
I will say, for the record, that nacho cheese in general is a complete abomination. I’ve begrudgingly eaten my fair share of it, but I always find that if it was swapped for some freshly grated cheese, the meal’s appeal would just skyrocket. Anyone with me on this?
After eating — and after a couple minutes of recovery time — I headed over to the Texas bullpen where starting pitcher Derek Holland was beginning to warm up. I was impressed with the ability to walk down into the section and right up to the rail just a handful of feet from Holland, all without any interference from the ushers. I found the Globe Life Park ushers to be extremely friendly and welcoming. In all my travels around the park (and my media pass wasn’t overtly displayed much of the time) I was never asked for my ticket or to move elsewhere. Love it!
As for Holland’s warmup, look how close I got:
After he finished tossing and jogged to the Rangers dugout, I continued my pregame sightseeing with a trip through the restaurant above the outfield. There was quite a crowd gathered, which made me curious, so I made my way through the group and saw that longtime Rangers great Ivan “Pudge” Rodriguez had just finished a segment on the local Fox Sports affiliate and was signing a few autographs for the group:
I wasn’t close enough to get his signature and he only signed for a minute before heading off somewhere. The crowd followed him out, which meant that I had a chance to check out the restaurant …
… before descending back to the outfield concourse.
The game was just about to begin, so I took a seat in left field where I had this great view:
Whenever I travel to a new ballpark, I always enjoy checking out the video board. I find that the way major league teams display their information varies significantly, so I’m curious about what I’ll see. Remember that huge video board above the right field seats in the photo I posted earlier? Here’s how the video quality looked:
After I watched a bit of the game from left field, I used my media pass to visit the seats behind home plate where I had this spectacular view:
I watched an inning or so from this spot and then decided it was time to get something else to eat. I was in the mood for something sweet; I don’t normally have desserts at the ballpark, but once again Globe Life Park was offering up so many delicious options that I needed to find something memorable. And here it is:
What’s hiding under that mass of whipped cream and chocolate syrup, you might ask? Why, a sweet-and-savory combination of a thick slab of maple-glazed bacon wrapped in a waffle, of course. I carried this delicious treat all the way from the main concourse to the upper deck so that I could enjoy it with a new view of the stadium. On the way, an usher called me over and asked what the heck I was carrying!
I realized after I’d finished eating my dessert that I’d neglected to take a photo of my media credential. If you follow my blog, you’ll likely have seen dozens of these photos over the years, but because my Rangers one was stuck to me rather than hanging around my neck on a lanyard, I had to turn my camera around and take a picture of the pass stuck to my shorts:
My next mission was to use my GoPro to take some time-lapse shots of Globe Life Park that I could turn into a YouTube video. I’ve done a few of these in the past and am starting to get the hang of it. I’ve always been fond of time-lapse stuff and I’m definitely going to be doing it at each of my future ballpark visits. In the past, I’ve published a time-lapse video I shot at a Syracuse Chiefs game and another that I shot from my hotel window in Pittsburgh. Feel free to check either of them out — and, while you’re at it, I’d love if you’d consider subscribing to my YouTube channel! Anyway, I set up my GoPro on the ledge of the upper deck …
… and shot several hundred photos over the course of part of an inning that I turned into this video:
As I sat while my GoPro went to work, I had a good view of the pavilion in center field and the suites that you often see when you’re watching the Rangers on TV:
After I’d finished my time-lapse shots, I took a walk around the upper-deck concourse and was surprised so see that fans are allowed to smoke in this area, provided they’re within a designated area. I don’t know if I can think, off-hand, of another MLB park in which you can actually smoke inside it. Looking outside the stadium from the upper deck provides you with some great views of local attractions. From here, I could see the nearby Six Flags amusement park …
… and AT&T Stadium, home of the Dallas Cowboys:
If you’re wondering what the area outside the park looks like as a panorama, here’s your answer:
My next stop after the upper deck was back to the press box, where I had some water and lemonade and enjoyed the air conditioning for a few innings. Most of the seats along the press box’s upper level are reserved, but I was able to grab an empty spot where I could see most of the field and also watch the game broadcast on a TV right in front of me:
The above photo ended up being the last shot I took inside Globe Life Park. After I snapped this photo, I went back down to the concourse and watched the game’s remaining innings from various spots with my camera in my backpack. When the game ended, I went outside and looked for a trolley that I could ride back to my hotel. I found one, but it wasn’t set to depart just yet, so I took a short walk to snap the photos that I could turn into this big panorama:
Then, it was time to hop onto the shuttle, listen to the Dallas Cowboys game on the radio (they were on the road, not playing just across the parking lot) and head back to my hotel. I dropped my gear off, took a short walk to a nearby steakhouse and — in a move that might tick off Ron Swanson — bought a salad to take back and eat in my room where I relaxed for the rest of the evening.
Although I was late getting to Dallas, I had an absolutely amazing time. I would’ve loved to see two games at Globe Life Park and have more time to explore the sights and, let’s be honest, fill my gullet with more delicious food. But, hey, maybe I’ll be there again soon — I certainly hope so!
In the meantime, I’m looking forward to sharing two blog posts about two awesome days in Houston. Keep an eye out for them!
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What’s the earliest you’ve ever set your alarm clock?
For me, it was 12:30 a.m. on September 19. After I’d slept for about four hours, the beeping of my alarm signaled the start of a long day of travel that would take me from Ontario to Detroit and, ultimately, Dallas/Fort Worth.
When I booked my flight to Texas several weeks earlier, I decided that it made sense to fly out of Toronto, despite the fact that I live between four and 4.5 hours away. Using Toronto for my departure meant that I could get a shorter flight to Dallas, although I’d be stopping for a quick layover in Detroit. Since I wanted to get to Dallas early enough to check into my hotel in the suburb of Arlington and get ready for the night’s Texas Rangers game at Globe Life Park, it meant leaving Toronto’s Pearson International Airport in the morning.
My flight was scheduled for 10:16 a.m., so I figured it would make sense to drive to Toronto the night before, grab a hotel near the airport and then catch an early-morning shuttle over to my terminal. Of course, being
a cheapskate frugal, I bristled at the idea of paying for a hotel room that I’d sleep in for just a few hours — hence my decision to sleep in my own bed, get up at 12:30 a.m. and drive through the night to Toronto. I pulled out of my driveway less than half an hour after waking up and, thanks to a shortage of traffic along the route, parked my car at Pearson about 5:30 a.m. — much earlier than necessary, granted, but I couldn’t risk cutting it too close because of a flat tire or another unforeseen event along the way.
Despite being a relatively unseasoned air traveler, I found my terminal — thanks to some obsessive map checking ahead of time — and was soon standing in the security checkpoint line with several dozen other bleary-eyed travelers. When I reached the customs counter, I was blown away at how quickly the process went compared to driving through customs. The conversation literally was:
CBP agent: Destination?
Me: Dallas, then Houston.
CBP agent: Business or pleasure?
Me: Pleasure. I’m going to some baseball games.
CBP agent: Have a good trip.
On the many times I’ve passed through border checkpoints on my baseball road trips, I’ve been asked questions about which teams I’m seeing, which hotels I’m visiting, why I go to so many baseball games, whether I’m meeting anyone, whether I’m playing in any of the games (!), what food I’m carrying and a bunch more. Does anyone else find that airport customs is easier than road customs?
I normally blog about my baseball trip plans in advance, but for this trip I wanted the details to be a surprise. I’d shared that I’d be traveling but hadn’t told anyone the specific details, so I was obviously pretty pumped to finally get through security, find a seat and send out this tweet:
With a couple hours to kill before boarding my Delta flight, I wandered around Terminal 3, occasionally stopping to watch the planes and take photos of the early-morning scene on the tarmac:
Eventually, it was time to board the small jet that would take me to the Motor City and, soon enough, we were in the air and I was peering out my window at Toronto as it passed below:
The flight to Detroit was scheduled for just over an hour and it was awful. Despite the clear skies in this photo …
… the trip was rife with enough turbulence that I had to really concentrate to avoid getting sick. What made me feel more nauseous, though, was seeing the Detroit arrival time of 11:25 a.m. come and go with us still in the air and yet to begin our descent. I knew that my 48-minute layover in Detroit wasn’t a lot of time to get to my next departure gate even if we were right on time, but arriving late was a major concern.
The flight attendant soon announced that because of poor weather, we’d taken something of a detour in the air and it had lengthened our flight. By the time we touched down in Detroit, it was 11 minutes before my flight to Dallas was scheduled to depart. I checked my departure gate and compared it with the arrival gate I was standing in, and had to actually chuckle. The two gates were comically almost as far away as they could be, as you’ll see below. The bottom red star is where we arrived and the top red star is where I had to get to:
Determined to give it my best effort, I set out with my backpack on my shoulders and my rolling carry-on bag dragging behind me to run through the airport like a cliched scene out of the movies. The distance between the two gates was more than a mile, and with several sets of stairs and crowds to navigate, I didn’t reach my departure gate until the plane to Dallas was set to leave.
But wait — the departure had been bumped back 10 minutes! I stood and peered through the terminal window to see my plane sitting there, just taunting me. Unfortunately, I also caught sight of a huge sign pointing out that the plane doors would be shut, by law, 20 minutes before the scheduled time of departure. I pleaded my case — somewhat loudly, one might argue — to the airline rep but rules are rules, and soon I was standing alone at the gate, feeling slightly embarrassed at how sweaty I was from my run as I watched my plane to Texas begin to taxi away.
I knew that because my missed flight wasn’t my doing, Delta would just put me on the next available flight, so I made my way to the customer service desk, told my sob story and waited for the agent to print my next boarding pass. He quickly got me booked on the next flight to Dallas, but my eyes bugged out of my head when I saw that it was scheduled to depart 7.5 hours later.
I’ll let that sink in for a minute.
Yep, 7.5 hours.
That’s 450 minutes, for those keeping score.
This meant that when the Texas Rangers would be taking the field that evening, I’d still be sitting in Detroit. No game for me on this night, so I was sure glad I’d scheduled my trip to allow for two days in Dallas/Arlington.
The Delta agent apologized and handed me a voucher for free lunch at the airport, which was a nice consolation prize. I figured there wasn’t anything I could do but make the most of my long layover, so I wiped some more sweat off myself and began the prospect of hunting for lunch.
Fortunately, I was hugely impressed with Detroit Metropolitan Airport. It was loaded with enticing lunch options, and I found a LongHorn Steakhouse; if I wasn’t going to be eating dinner in Texas tonight, at least I’d have some red meat and look at a pair of bull horns mounted on the wall. I went with a half-pound burger loaded with bacon and blue cheese and a side of Caesar salad. No photo, unfortunately; I think I was still in a state of shock over my predicament.
I won’t give you a minute-by-minute account of the next seven hours spent at the airport. I will say, however, that I did walk just about every foot of the terminal and could probably draw you a map of everything with no effort. If the airport was closer to downtown, I’d have been tempted to hail a taxi and take a trip to Comerica Park, just to take some photos.
The coolest thing I saw at the airport was the famous Light Tunnel, which connects separate sections of the terminal. It feels like you’re entering a different dimension — the tunnel walls and roof light up in a variety of colors in time with music that’s pumped through the area. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen before and is difficult to explain. Sensing that I’d have trouble putting the sight into words, I used my GoPro to film a trip through the tunnel. Check it out — and crank up the volume to get the full effect:
While the Light Tunnel was great, and this fountain was also cool …
… I was mostly looking at scenes like this:
In between walks, I’d find a semi-quiet place to sit and listen to my iPod next to a charging station. I’d sit for a while, and then grab my suitcase and roll through the terminal from end to end for what usually felt like the 79th time. This was the pattern I repeated until, during one pass through the terminal, I noticed a set of escalators that I’d somehow missed before. Figuring I was embarking on some uncharted territory, I excitedly began the ride down but had a moment of panic when I saw the escalators ended straight in front of a pair of sliding glass doors — doors that opened into the non-secured part of the airport. When I reached the end, I quickly turned around to gauge the pedestrian traffic behind me, thinking I’d make a sprint back up my escalator. Clearly, a security guard who was watching me was reading my mind, and said, “It’s against the law to try to go back up. Try it and you’ll be arrested and fined.”
Dejected, I exited through the glass doors, explained my predicament at a customer service desk and was pointed in the direction of the security checkpoint. That’s right, I’d have to go through the entire security check process again!
Fortunately, the process went smoothly — and I even had the good fortune of having my hands swabbed for explosives — and 30 or 40 minutes later I was back in the secured part of the terminal pacing around as I had before.
About the same time as first pitch in the Rangers game, I was finally seated on my flight to Dallas and took my last photo of the day — a shot of the Detroit tarmac as the sun was setting:
The flight from Detroit to Dallas was much smoother and the view coming into Dallas at night was spectacular. I didn’t shoot any photos, as they’d hardly do the view justice, but I could see several landmarks I recognized, including the Bank of America Plaza, which is famous for its green outline at night.
It was between 10 and 11 p.m. when we touched down in Dallas — the times were starting to be a blur at this point — and the airport was absolutely dead except for the people off my flight and a janitor buffing the floor. It seemed like an “empty airport” movie cliche. In any case, I found a taxi quickly and arrived in my Arlington hotel sometime between 11 p.m. and midnight. By the time I went to bed, I’d been up for more than 24 hours and, staggeringly, also up for about 44 of the last 48 hours. That’s a stretch that’s tough to beat, right?
No time to fuss over being tired, though. In less than 12 hours, I’d be touring around Globe Life Park with a media pass provided by the Rangers.