Because it was Jamie Moyer Bobblehead Night (really, that’s why I went!), I headed to Citizens Bank Park last night to watch the Phillies play the San Diego Padres. The Phils didn’t play all that well, first on defense and later on offense. Not a good combination, of course. They lost, 4-2. And, damn, it was a chilly night. I wished I’d brought gloves….
Since last night’s game wasn’t part of my season package (i.e., it wasn’t a part of the Man Trap), I sat in a different location: Section 129, Row 30, Seat 8. What a weird seat! I know it sounds like it’s probably smack dab in the middle of some row (it’s Seat 8, after all), but it’s not. Seat 8 is the only seat in that row! Section 129 is itself a funny little section, wedged between two normal-sized sections along the third base line. And by Row 30, there’s only room for a single seat. Row 29, which was right in front of me, had two seats, and Row 31—the final row in the section—also had just a single seat.
I felt like I was in a royal box, sorta. A baseball royal box??? There was no one at all, of course, to crawl all over me. And I had tons of room around me, which I filled with the bobblehead and the remains of crab fries, a hot dog, and a beer. Plus, I had a great, close-up view of home plate.
If you’re ever headed to Citizens Bank Park by yourself, well, I’m sorry you couldn’t find a date, either. But I highly recommend Section 129, Row 30, Seat 8. It’s the perfect place to be alone at the ballpark.
Someday or other, I’m going to write a long post of tips for single travelers to Philly (and maybe another one for Las Vegas)…. Seat 8 is going to get high marks, I tell you.