Fans of Major League Baseball should try to make it to a World Series game at some point in their lives. It is an experience unlike any other. I was fortunate enough to attend game 2 of the 2001 World Series that featured Randy Johnson of the Arizona Diamondbacks squaring off against Andy Pettitte of the New York Yankees.
I live in Tucson, so I did not expect to have any chance at all of attending a game. Fortunately, a friend of my older brother had family who were camping out in Phoenix, ready to buy a group of tickets. They reserved two tickets for my brother and me. So for fans with hopes of attending a World Series game, I recommend having a game plan for getting your tickets. It’s not easy and you will need to get creative, lucky or both.
Arriving at the stadium
The game took place on a Sunday night, and I didn’t care how exhausted I would be at school the next day. We parked a solid two miles away from Bank One Ballpark, and it was the most electric atmosphere I had ever seen. We walked for about 45 minutes towards the stadium, and the normally inactive Phoenix downtown area was swarming with fans adorned in those horrific purple and teal colors of the early Diamondbacks franchise.
Dealing with scalpers
The first lesson I learned on this trip: be prepared to deal with scalpers. We had the absolute worse seats in the stadium, but still paid a handsome amount for them. I was startled to have people offering me three or four times face value, in cash, for my seat. I would never have parted with the ticket and the experience that came with it, but it was my first experience with aggressive ticket scalpers.
Finally at the game
The game itself was the quickest five hours of my life. We caught the very end of batting practice, and already the stadium was packed and loud. Johnson and Pettitte both started out incredibly hot. Every two strike count by Johnson resulted in the entire stadium standing up and roaring. It was exhilarating and exhausting at the same time.
While the entire experience was awesome for us, we had our signature memory in the seventh inning. When Matt Williams hit a three run homer, I honestly could not hear anything. I missed the next several batters. There was just so much hugging and screaming and jumping going on around us. We drove back to Tucson with our ears ringing, thankful for what we had just experienced.