Upper Deck

Most of the concession stands in the upper deck aren’t open before the second game of the doubleheader. I’m guessing my arrival had nothing to do with this. The top level at Oriole Park looks like a hotel foyer at 3 in the morning. There are three sketchy people in a cavernous area and someone in charge.

 

In sections 370-378, his name is Chad and he wants to go home.

 

Sipping what looked like beer just before the second game of the doubleheader, Chad’s bloodshot eyes told the story. He looked tired and flat out didn’t want to talk about baseball, the weather or what was in his cup.

 

Wyatt, over in section 306, had a different look at the doubleheader dilemma. “I get paid for watching two games. I can’t wait to come to work,” beamed the smiling usher who just seems like a genuinely nice guy that everyone enjoys to talk with at a game. I don’t think it’s by accident that Wyatt had an almost full area in the left field nosebleeds.

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