Baseball may not embody the American spirit as fully as football does, but you can learn some things about our cultural and political trends from the plans being made for a new Major League ballpark in our Nation’s Capital.
The target market for this ballpark is not the suburban, minivan-driving, middle class family raising today’s Little Leaguer who might become tomorrow’s big leaguer. It is the urban yuppie, the
Were Jack Abramoff still in business, the odds would be so lopsided he would lease a luxury suite at this ballpark that your neighborhood tribal casino wouldn’t take bets on it. But even with Abramoff occupying a prison cell instead of some well-catered enclave behind home plate, the stadium will still be crawling with millionaire hucksters, pleading for special interests that are seeking favors from congressmen to be named later.
Baseball is not the reason for this new stadium, it is the excuse.
An architecture critic for the Washington Post recently indicted RFK as a “spaceship in a parking lot.” The stadium pleads guilty. But if RFK is a spaceship at least it does not come with a NASA-sized price tag. It’s already bought and paid for. And as for parking lots: They are indispensable for a facility designed to attract tens of thousands of people to the same place at the same time.
Indeed, differences in price tags and parking lots are central to understanding the different constituencies served by RFK and its still un-built replacement.
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Outfield seats at RFK cost as little as $7—about the same as a movie matinee.
The new stadium, which will cost D.C. more than $600 million, is designed to have 41,000 seats but only 1,225 parking spaces. Instead of parking lots, it will be surrounded by a new “entertainment district” featuring restaurants, bars and retail stores.
Why so few parking spaces? To force people to take government-controlled mass transit. That will make attending games more difficult and more expensive (requiring multiple round-trip Metro tickets) for families–particularly those that live in suburban or more rural areas (n.b. more conservative areas) not immediately adjacent to the mass transit system.
It also means the end of tailgate picnics. Just as people are forced out of their cars into mass transit, they also will be forced to give up picnicking in hopes they will patronize trendy restaurants in the shadow of the stadium.
Changes in the ballpark experience will change the ballpark crowd. You will see fewer parents entertaining their kids in a wholesome outdoor environment, and more adults entertaining themselves in the densely packed, urban, nocturnal “entertainment district” the city fathers envision.
The new D.C. park will also surely suffer, as virtually all modern ballparks do, from the videogame mentality. Team owners apparently believe their typical customer’s consciousness has been so warped by overexposure to bad rock’n’roll and computerized games that they must be constantly bombarded with raucus audio and video stimuli or else lapse into a collective coma.
Yet, the proposed stadium is honest in one way: It will not affect the “classic” brick front of other neo-ballparks, which pretend to recreate stadiums of old. It will be a massive glass and stone structure whose look has already been compared by some to the shopping mall it more or less will be.
The truly classic American baseball stadium was an austere structure. It grew venerable because it was preserved for decade after decade by generations of community leaders who held a responsible grip on the public purse and did not consider functioning public assets disposable goods.
Of course, those old stadiums were not so much physical spaces as fields of dreams, where children grown old remembered when their heroes were young, and when home runs were hit and shut outs thrown by players who never touched a steroid or earned a seven-figure salary.
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