So I got this idea last week to check out the Terrence Murray Baseball Stadium everyone’s been talking about. Figured it’d be a quick morning trip since Google Maps showed it was only 20 minutes from my apartment. Grabbed my notebook, jumped in the car around 9 AM thinking I’d beat the crowd.
The Parking Nightmare
Turns out the stadium’s got like four entrances but zero signs pointing to parking lots. Drove in circles for half an hour watching other confused drivers doing the same loop. Finally found a gravel lot where some dude charged me $40 cash – no receipt, just waved me toward potholes the size of kiddie pools. My suspension’s still groaning about it.
Concession Stand Woes
Got inside starving around 10:30 AM, went straight to the snack counters. Saw fifteen registers but only two open. Stood behind a family ordering twenty hot dogs and waited forty minutes. When I finally got to the front?
- Pretzel: rock hard like hockey puck
- Beer: $18 for foam in plastic cup
- Hot dog bun already soggy before they put the dog in
Meanwhile the game’s starting and I’m missing the first inning just trying to get edible food. Saw three employees leaning on empty nacho cheese dispensers arguing about TikTok algorithms.
The “Renovated” Seating
Paid extra for “premium outfield seats” advertised online as cushioned. Found my spot in Section 209 expecting memory foam luxury. What I actually got:
- Metal bench with peeling blue paint
- Sticky residue on armrests
- View partially blocked by construction scaffolding
Saw three people try to use the cup holders only to watch their drinks tip over instantly. Some kid dropped his soda and it dripped through the gaps to the row below – got refund requests denied.
Why does any of this matter? Last spring I quit my corporate job to cover local venues. Terrence Murray Stadium popped up everywhere as some amazing local tax-dollar success story. Filed six public records requests just to find out who approved those crooked concession contracts.
Funny how things work – my old boss called yesterday offering triple salary to come back. Seems the rookie reporters covering this stadium keep quitting after dealing with their management. Told him no way; concrete bleachers build character. Plus watching a whole row jump when rusty bolts fell from that “renovated” roof? Priceless content.
