Petco Park, and its staff, hosted a Billy Joel concert on May 14th. If nothing else, the night’s experiences gave me one thought repeatedly: I am getting old.
Here’s a log of my thoughts during the course of the night.
7 pm: Arrived in the Gaslamp in plenty of time, why not stop and get a sandwich?
7:15: Why does it take this long to make a sandwich?
7:30: Better head to Petco Park, I’m here early so getting in shouldn’t be a problem.
7:32: Wow, there’s a lot of people at the Western Metal gate.
7:35: Does this line really extend all the way to J street?
7:38: Where does this line end?
7:42: (While standing at the intersection of J and 10th) So this is where it ends… I think I’ll try to find another entrance.
7:45: This home plate entrance is much better.
8:00: I’ll be really upset if I start to hear music from inside Petco Park while I am still standing on Park Blvd.
8:05: Maybe Petco Park is not designed to handle 40,000 fans. A few more entrances would help.
8:15: I really hope the concert doesn’t start.
8:25: Made it through security! Woot! Woot!
8:30: There’s a lot of empty seats for this being a sold out show. I feel bad for those people stuck outside.
8:35: “Lights Go Out on Broadway” Yay!
8:36: Is the whole concert going to be this loud?
8:37: “Pressure” Yay!
8:38: This is still too loud. I must be getting old.
8:40: Wow, still a lot of empty seats
8:41: Wow, Billy is asking the crowd which song to do next! This is awesome!
8:42: Yay, “Vienna” won! Woot! Woot!
8:43: My neck hurts. All these seats are angled toward the infield, but I am looking at the outfield. This is not ideal.
8:45: Just realized the stage is covering up the Sycuan Casino sign…. At least the National University sign is still clearly visible.
8:50: Another song choice: “The Longest Time” won!
8:55: I smell marijuana, I hope that person has a prescription.
9:00: A crazy lady is dancing in the aisle. We’re trying to listen to a concert, lady! Wait, am I sounding like a cranky old guy telling kids to get off his lawn.
9:03: Great, now the crazy dancing lady has her crazy dancing husband next to her.
9:10: Whoever that person is, they must have really bad glaucoma.
9:15: Why is a big guy singing “Highway to Hell” at my Billy Joel concert (grumpy old guy thought #2)
9:25: My left ear legitimately hurts because of the volume.
9:30: Maybe this smell and the crazy dancing lady are connected?!
9:40: Why are people forming a mosh pit in the walkway at the bottom of the stairs? Sit and enjoy the concert, hippies!
9:45: A cover of “Take it Easy” during “River of dreams”? This is awesome, but can it be just a little quieter?
9:55: I have to drive home, I hope second hand smoke can’t make you legally intoxicated.
10:00: People are leaving to go to the bathroom during “Piano Man”? Dude, just hold it for 4 minutes.
10:06: People are leaving while the house lights are still out, have you never been to a concert before?
10:10: Seriously, how many joints is that person going to smoke tonight?!
10:12: First encore is “Uptown Girl”, this is awesome. It would be so much better if I could hear out of my left ear.
10:20: Who is this guy on stage with “Mraz” on a Padre Jersey
10:21: (After checking wikipedia) Oh, he’s a musician also. These young kids and their new fangled music!
10:22: Zepelin’s “Rock and Roll” during “You May be Right” this would be the greatest night of my life if I wasn’t on the verge of a burst ear drum.
10:25: Closing with “Only the Good Die Young”, good call.
10:30: House lights up, ears ringing. Time to fight through the population of a small town to get out of here.
11:00: I’d really like the ringing to stop.
11:15: People are pushing each other on the Trolley because one of them discussed politics. Democracy!
11:30: I’m really going to enjoy how quiet it will be inside my car.
Midnight: Wonder if my ears will still be ringing in the morning.
8am: Yup, still are.
Baseball is the greatest athletic endeavor we have. It is a sport of poetry, beauty and nearly imeasurable levels of skill. The Padres are my team, my only true team. They are the expression of my love for this grand game.