Tuesday night, I was lucky enough to be able to cover a Cleveland Indians game against the San Francisco Giants as a credentialed member of the press. It was most special to me as it was the return to Cleveland of one of my all-time favorite players, Omar Vizquel.
I had circled that game on my calendar as the one I would choose to attend, at first as a fan, but after being brought on as a contributor to Seamheads.com, things changed.
Through its association with Baseball Digest Daily, I was able to ask for credentials to major-league games. So it was obvious which one I would choose to attend.
It was a surreal experience to say the least. You dream of these opportunities, but rarely does anyone get to experience it.
I live in Columbus, so it was a decent drive, about two-and-a-half hours, up route 71 to Progressive Field. Game time was 7:05, but I was to be there at 4:30 to attend Vizquel’s press conference.
I left my job at 1:00 to begin my quest, after daydreaming all morning of what was to come. I had everything I thought necessary packed away in my bag. I had a laptop, notebook paper, emails showing proof that Indians’ Media Director Bart Swain approved my credential in case of questioning, among other items.
During my drive up, I realized one thing that I was missing. If I were to get any audio or do any interview, I would need a digital audio recorder. So I had to stop off on the way at a Wal-Mart off of the highway to pick one up.
After getting back into the car, I realized that I took a little more time than I should and needed to hurry along. I rushed up the highway (only 10 MPH over the limit), and took an exit to take the Rapid Transit train into town. The time was 4:00.
I had a half-hour to get to the stadium, and the train would take 15 minutes to get me into downtown, where I would then have to walk a few blocks to the stadium and find out where to go.
To skip ahead a little, I finally got to the media gate at 4:25 with a few minutes until the news conference. My mind was focused on just trying to keep moving, but I had to be checked by security. They checked my bag and ID and then gave me my badge for the night.
After checking out my badge for a few seconds, and thinking how cool this was about to become, I quickly walked on to where I could get down to the stadium's service level. I walked by the security guard without any questioning and continued on my way.
I had no idea where this room was, but having had experience in another sporting venue, I knew I could figure it out. They are actually quite simple.
I ran through the service corridor past the Indians' clubhouse, then the Giants' Clubhouse, the Dugout Suites, and then finally came to the Press Room at 4:33.
I was only three minutes late, not as bad as it could have been, but I still missed Omar’s entrance.
As I opened the door and peeked in, there sat Vizquel at the front of the room, answering a question about his favorite memories in Cleveland. I looked around and just was in awe at first. Was I really here? I have only seen these interviews through a camera lens on the television. I totally felt out of place.
Omar continued to answer questions as I got my notepad and audio recorder out, which I learned to use in the car on the way up, and started to record and take notes. I wanted to take a picture, but wasn’t sure if I could at that point. It was all focused on Omar’s words.
The rest of the conference lasted about ten minutes or so. He then got down off of the podium and walked back out of the room right by me.
The mass of media continued to follow him down the hallway as he entered the Giants locker room to begin getting himself ready.
I had no idea what to do here, so I just continued to follow. I ended up going down through the Indians' clubhouse and out onto the field for pregame batting practice.
Walking though those hallways, I could not help myself but to think of the Albert Belle tantrums that were thrown back there. Don’t ask me why, but that’s what was going through my mind.
We ended up going up a set of stairs and into the dugout. Wow! I just entered the Indians' dugout. Once again, it was soak it all in time. I got out of the way and just took my time looking around.
The Indians were on the field, taking their batting practice, Cleveland media personalities like Mark Schwab, Andre Knott, Tony Rizzo, Matt Underwood, and others were walking around me.
I knew I could take pictures here, so I started taking some. I then saw Eric Wedge come into the dugout, and the media swarmed him. I knew what was up. It was his pregame conference. So it was time to get out the recorder and paper again.
I wanted to ask a question, but I was totally out of it. I admit, I was nervous. If I spoke I was going to screw up. So I kept my mouth shut and listened to his discussions of new free-agent signings, where the injured Indians were in their rehabs, his memories of Omar, and much more.
And again, it was totally surreal. I usually am sitting at home watching this. I never thought I would be sitting two seats down in the dugout hearing this.
After he finished, I stuck around the field a little while longer, getting more shots as the Indians came off of the field and Omar and the Giants came out. Vizquel came over to the Indians' side for an interview on a local television station, and I took more pictures of him as I was standing on the dugout steps. More on this detail later.
After hanging around the dugout and watching the players a while longer, I walked back into the clubhouse and dipped my head into the batting cages for a second to see if anyone was there, but there was no one. I then went back into the locker room to see if anyone was talking.
Inside the locker room were a few guys: Jamey Carroll, Grady Sizemore, Ryan Garko, and some coaches. Nobody was talking at the time, so I looked around, noticed video of that night's starter Jonathan Sanchez on the big screens. Carroll was focused in on it. I didn’t want to nose around too much and get into trouble, so I left and went to find the Press Box.
It was dinnertime, and I needed something to eat before the game. I took the elevator up to the press level and walked down the hallway and found the dining room. I signed in and paid my $10 for dinner. I had a choice of jerk chicken, hamburger or hot dog. I went hamburger, finished plating up, and found a seat.
I look over to my left, and there’s Bob Feller! Holy Crap. I had to keep telling myself, “you can’t ask for an autograph, Michael.” Then, I look up and see Giants and ESPN broadcaster Jon Miller walk in. He went over to Feller and started a conversation. Was I really sitting here?
You want to go be a part of that conversation, but know you have no business to. So I continued eating while witnessing more local media types, Bruce Drennan and others, come through.
I did have a nice conversation from a sports editor at a Norwalk newspaper, Mike Grecco. He was very nice and we talked about the Indians, Ohio State football, and I asked him questions about how things work. He was a big help to me, and he gave me some tips on what to watch for the rest of the night.
As game time drew near, I walked on down the hall, signed into the press box, found my assigned seat and set myself up.
I went back to the information table where they provide rosters, press releases, and media guides, and picked up as much information as I could for reading. I still haven’t read much of it, but I had to pick it up.
During the game, I wrote my article for the night focusing on Vizquel’s return. To be honest, I didn’t watch most of the game. I was busy writing and thinking of how amazing this day was. I could not focus on the game.
I completed my article around the eighth inning, and I then watched the end of the game. The Indians would go on to lose as Vizquel had a squeeze bunt that scored the eventual winning run. It was only appropriate. He was the one who brought the fans to the ballpark, and he was the one who started sending them home with that bunt.
After the game, I went downstairs and wanted to get into the Giants' locker room to witness Vizquel’s postgame interview.
We waited there for about five minutes until the Giants allowed the media in. During this wait, Indians' general manager Mark Shapiro walked by with a very disturbed look on his face. He didn’t even take a look over at any of the media; he just kept walking. One could only assume what was circling in his mind at that point.
When entering the locker room, I began to see multiple Giants’ players walking around, eating their postgame dinners, coming from the showers, sitting at their lockers, watching the Cubs game on the big screen, or playing Golden Tee golf. In the background was some rap music that I admit to having never heard.
Omar was nowhere to be found.
To kill the time, I got into a conversation with Andre Knott about the Indians and how the season was going. He is a local radio personality that I have listened to many times. It was very odd to speak face-to-face with him. He is just a regular guy who is a big sports fan just like anyone else.
After about 15-20 minutes of waiting for Vizquel, he finally came to his locker. He knew there was going to be a mass quantity of media there, but you could sense he was ready to be done with that part of the day.
Being the great pro that he is, he still gave an excellent interview. He talked of the video tribute that the Indians gave him before the game, and how he was surprised that they put a couple of home runs on the reel of highlights.
When Vizquel was finished with the interviews, I went back down the hall towards the Indians' locker room, but could not get in. I had missed my chance to see the Indians. That was a major bummer to me, but I couldn’t complain. The main reason I came up to cover the game was to witness the special evening of Omar Vizquel.
I saw him in every aspect that I could: pregame press conference, on the field, and in the locker room after the game. It was truly a night I will never forget.
And to top it all off, the next morning, after reviewing some of the AP game coverage about last night’s game, I found a picture that was very intriguing.
Remember how I was taking pictures of Vizquel on the field during an interview?
Well the picture I found on Yahoo! that morning was from the exact opposite angle as mine. I was in the background of the AP picture taken by Tony Dejak, posted on at least Yahoo!. I am standing on the dugout steps, playing with my camera and wearing a red striped shirt.
It is not a big deal, as nobody would really know that, but to me, I had to save that and send it to everyone I knew. If they didn’t believe that I did cover the game, here’s a picture as proof!
