The famous saying goes,”All good things must come to an end.” Unfortunately, this was true for our trip of a lifetime. Our final stop on this tour of America’s great ballparks brought us to Cincinnati and the Great American Ballpark. This home of the Reds is situated right up against the Ohio River in downtown Cincinnati.
We made the trek across Ohio from Cleveland and arrived in downtown Cincinnati with plenty of time to spare. We even had time to make the quick jaunt across the river and add Kentucky to our list of states visited on this trip. While we didn’t have time to see much in our five-minute drive in the Bluegrass State, I am sure that there are tons of great things to do and see there (except for Major League Baseball, of course).
To take full advantage of the river view, we bought seats in the upper deck right behind home plate. Because the demand for Reds tickets is not exactly off the charts, we were able to score some handicap seats so we didn’t have to check Chiquita’s stroller. These seats not only afforded us a great view of the field, but they looked out over the river. Had it been sunny, the view would have been more spectacular.
As our luck would have it, we found ourselves in a rain delay after the first inning. However, the rain delay experience at the Great American Ballpark was unlike any other we had seen. We got to experience some of the hardest, densest rain we had ever seen. Fortunately, we made it into the covered concourse area in time to avoid the downpour and lightning. Paul Brown Stadium, where the Bengals attempt to field an NFL team in between jail terms, sits about a half mile west of the ballpark. On a sunny day it can easily be seen from the upper concourse. Not on this day. The silhouette disappeared as the rain fell in massive amounts.
After huddling in the upper concourse for a while, we made our way down to the field level and were very pleased to find a large wall full of flat screen TVs playing all the other games from around the league that night. Due to the rain delay, the area was packed with soaked fans, but the sight of seven simultaneous baseball games brought smiles to our faces. After at least an hour delay, the game against the Braves eventually resumed. Since we had a two-hour drive ahead of use, we had to call it quits in the fifth inning.
Leaving that last stadium was a bittersweet moment. We had begun to live the dream of seeing America’s pastime in all corners of the country. The teams, players, fans, conversations, bratwursts, rivalries, subway rides, stadiums, and baseball had taken us on a great journey. We have aspirations to visit the remaining ballparks in the next couple years (I think there are ten left). If the opportunity presents itself for this type of trip, there should be no hesitation. You never know what you will see in America’s ballparks.
Enjoy the slideshow of our great trip’s last game.