A few months ago, I wrote about the best seat upgrades ever. Well, this one is better.
It’s Friday and I’m already ready already. I head up to the city for the Giants v. D’backs with Mac, get some usual pre-game Beirut and head over to the ballpark. We’re with one of Mac’s college buddies. I’ve got a beer and a hot dog in hand heading towards our bleacher seats when his friend gets a call that his family is in a box somewhere and we’ve been invited to join.
I’ve been in boxes before, they’re pretty sweet. I’ve been all around this ballpark before, it’s pretty awesome. I’ve never been anywhere in the stadium or in any other seats that came close to this experience. It’s called the Diamond Suite and when we knock on the door we figure we’ll be taken up some stairs. The door opens and we’re in the suite.
It’s about 30 feet long and 20 to 30 feet wide with a bathroom, kitchen area and two rows of counterspaces. As we walk in, the climate changes because you’re mostly inside, but the entire front of the box is open to the field, so there’s no loss of the sense that you’re at the game, you’re right there. Apparently, this suite is directly next to the press box, and its directly behind home plate. I’m in awe.
Our hosts are the family members of Mac’s friend who apparently get this suite two or three times a year for when they drive up from Paso Robles. Coming in, Mac and I are a little nervous, but that disappears when we’re warmly welcomed by the entire family and immediately roped into a conversation with the head honcho of it all. We’re told to help ourselves to anything we’d like which includes a table full of mini burgers, hot dogs, chicken wings, salads, pastas, desserts, beer and wine. About twenty minutes into our stay there I discover the bottle of Grey Goose in the freezer and it’s that plus sprite for the rest of the evening.
A few drinks in we get to witness a little piece of history as Bonds hammers home run 750 into the right field arcade.
The Giants still manage to lose.
Think about the hospitality of this family…not only did they invite two perfect strangers into their luxury box, but they made everything available to us and made us feel right at home. That’s one thing. It’s another thing when at the end of the evening, they pack all the leftover food in plastic carry-out boxes that they’ve brought in order to distribute to the homeless people as they leave the ballpark. This family is all out charitable.
After the game ends (10 innings), we reset at Mac’s place and head to City Tavern. We meet up with some trolls there and my night gets turned upside down as I kill a few more rodkas, give a little poem to Marc outside and then spend the rest of the evening attempting to make peace surround me. I’m unsuccessful and end up with a shirt covered in mascara.
Pictures: A view from the Diamond Suite, the packages of food for the homeless, awesome R2-D2 mailbox and Mac with an old high school friend of ours.
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