San Diego Plays Ball
I found my favorite seat at San Diego’s new Petco Park, a little down the line between third and home in a row fairly clinging to the uppermost rim of the stadium.
A bighorn sheep from nearby Anza-Borrego Desert State Park would love this seat. First I clambered up a steep, cantilevered bowl. Then, finding my perch, I all but hovered over the field. By merely turning my head, I could look across the historic Gaslamp Quarter and out to the waterfront, the ocean, the sunset, infinity. This, I thought, is what baseball should be all about. You can see a game, but you get to watch a city.