I can’t take it any more. I have tried holding back my criticism of Tropicana Field this whole trip out of respect to the Devil Rays’ media relations staff (a truly professional bunch).
But this is a complete joke.
I don’t mean the field. I don’t even mean the catwalks.
I mean the ballpark entertainment.
There is all this blaring nonsense. It starts about 45 minutes before the game and goes on and on and on.
The speakers are set to ridiculous decibels. It’s as if they program the sound for the home opener, when this place is actually full, and don’t change it even on nights like tonight, when there looks like there’s about 3,200 people in the stands.
So it’s always loud. Always. And they have what seems like three clownish public address announcers screaming at the people throughout the game. Screaming.
There’s all kinds of bad music. I’m going to be hearing one “Blues Brothers” tune in my sleep: “Everybody needs somebody. … I NEED YOU! YOU! YOU!”
When they’re not screaming or blaring bad music, the fans are ringing cowbells.
Brace yourself: Rocco Baldelli just hit a home run. … Foghorn, baby. Foghorn!
Basically, it’s like going to a pee wee hockey game, a Metallica concert and “The Bozo Show” … all on the same night.
Between innings, they interviewed fans walking into The Trop, some of Florida’s finest, and asked questions about Minnesota. Simple ones, like, “What are the Twin Cities?”
That one stumped a 30-something male tonight. “Two buildings?” he said.
Next question was, can you name a city in Minnesota?
A young male wearing a University of Florida T-shirt just shook his head.
A 50-something male went next and started laughing. Dude had no clue. Then, suddenly, the light bulb came on: “Minn … Minny … Minnenapolis!” he said.
That’s right genius. And I can’t WAIT to get back to Minnenapolis tomorrow.