You would think after I got trapped in Chickasaw Bricktown Ballpark the first time, it wouldn’t happen again.
Well unfortunately that was not the case.
Now let me precede this by saying I am in no way a clumsy person. I’m quite coordinated, and I know how to navigate my surroundings pretty well. I was always the kid who led my parents to the car when we went to Disney World, Six Flags, Kings Dominion, etc.
The problem began with where I decided to park. When I was assigned to cover the Oklahoma City RedHawks, I wasn’t told there was a media parking lot. I just thought we parked in the parking lot next to the Micky Mantle statue or anywhere else that we could find space.
I parked there, and proceeded into the stadium to begin covering the game. Everything went off without a hitch, but as I recall, the game was a little long for nine innings. As usual, I stayed behind after the game to type up the story, and then sent it into the editors.
It was a nice night out too. I remember walking down the steps from the press box and admiring the Devon Tower and the warm weather.
Well as I approached the gate I had walked in earlier, I realized it was closed — as was every other gate at the ballpark. I spent a good 10 minutes walking around trying to get out. In case you’re wondering, no I didn’t know I could get out through the revolving gates: I wasn’t told that either.
I considered scaling the gates — I’m pretty athletic, so I could have done it, push come to shove —-, I considered crawling under the gates, but my head was too big. My mom joked that she had tried to tell me that earlier, so I laughed.
Eventually I decided to call the sports desk, and they walked me through how to get out of the stadium. When I got into the office the next day, some of them joked I could have run on the field, and the workers surely would have helped me find a way out.
See the thing is, I wanted to be allowed back in the future.
Well one of the editors told me to go through the media parking lot and explained where I could find it. I saw a man walking in that general direction, and I followed him at a non-stalkerish distance.
I didn’t want to walk too close to him so he’d think I was following him, even though I was, but I didn’t want to be too far away from him that I couldn’t get out either.
When I got to the parking lot, I realized had I not followed this man, I may have been locked inside the parking lot, because I needed a car to activate the gate.
Levels, my friends, there many were levels to this.
Luckily, the gentleman had a car, and I just walked out of the gate after he drove off.
That is how I escaped Chickasaw Bricktown Ballpark. Who knew leaving a Triple-A baseball stadium could be so difficult?