Three rivers for the price of one
May. 8th, 2006 03:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
penfieldFrom the plush, furnished basement of my heart, I would like to thank the Moaks for hosting my recent weekend trip to Pittsburgh, PA. Geoff and Jen and the Moak to Be Named Later are not just beloved friends, they are the salt of the earth, which is much better than whatever they put on soft pretzels. What is that stuff? I suspect it is bleached gravel.
Speaking of soft pretzels, I present to you the one decent picture I took from my seat in PNC Park, surely the most beautiful ballfield west of Camden Yards:
Pittsburgh Pirates left fielder Jason Bay bats in the first inning against Philadelphia Phillies pitcher Cory Lidle. Behind centerfield you can see the Roberto Clemente bridge leading across the Allegheny River and into picturesque downtown Pittsburgh. What you cannot see is the endless parade of nubile, seemingly single women coming over to the stadium or lingering on that bridge, wearing Pirates apparel that was presumably sized for toddlers and trying to pick up swarthy steelworkers.
Pittsburgh, despite its reputation as a model of burned-out, used-up, post-industrial urban decay, is really a very lovely and charming city. Sure, there are parts of it that I wouldn't want to touch without washing my hands immediately after, but I could say the same thing about my own apartment. The Moaks say they never want to leave, which is cool, because it gives me an excuse to visit every few years. And I'm sure that whenever I come back, the Pirates will still suck.
Speaking of soft pretzels, I present to you the one decent picture I took from my seat in PNC Park, surely the most beautiful ballfield west of Camden Yards:
Pittsburgh Pirates left fielder Jason Bay bats in the first inning against Philadelphia Phillies pitcher Cory Lidle. Behind centerfield you can see the Roberto Clemente bridge leading across the Allegheny River and into picturesque downtown Pittsburgh. What you cannot see is the endless parade of nubile, seemingly single women coming over to the stadium or lingering on that bridge, wearing Pirates apparel that was presumably sized for toddlers and trying to pick up swarthy steelworkers.
Pittsburgh, despite its reputation as a model of burned-out, used-up, post-industrial urban decay, is really a very lovely and charming city. Sure, there are parts of it that I wouldn't want to touch without washing my hands immediately after, but I could say the same thing about my own apartment. The Moaks say they never want to leave, which is cool, because it gives me an excuse to visit every few years. And I'm sure that whenever I come back, the Pirates will still suck.
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Date: 2006-05-28 04:24 am (UTC)I grew up in Pittsburgh, as you may recall, but that was in the Three Rivers Stadium area. The new park and field confuse and enrage me. The nearby Warhol Museum was a delight (http://tfofurn.livejournal.com/212390.html), though.
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Date: 2006-05-30 01:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-30 01:38 pm (UTC)I marvel that I used "area" when I wanted "era". Hmm . . . that's not already an eggcorn (http://eggcorns.lascribe.net/).