Syracuse was one of the marquee places on our itinerary because my boy Huzzard is a Nationals fan, and the Syracuse Chiefs are the Nationals’ AAA affiliate. He had actual incentive to seeing Syracuse, as it put him one step closer to being able to say that he had been to every single Nationals affiliate, and obviously I can relate, because I’ve seen all of the base minor league affiliates of the Braves as well.
I’d actually been to Syracuse a few times in my life, since it’s where my sister went to school back in the day. Although my memories of the place often involve cold, or really cold weather, but I did remember the gigantic mall there, that used to be called the Carousel Center, based on the fact that they had a carousel in the center of the mall. Apparently at some point, it was renamed “Destiny USA,” and almost threw me for a loop when looking for it, because I’d never heard of a mall called something like that.
Anyway, visiting Syracuse in this modern time was a slightly different take. Frankly, it seemed like one of the most boring places on the planet. And this is in the tail end of summer when things should be lively or something like that, but pretty much the entire city is asleep during the day, and closed at night. We simply struggled to find anything to do during most of the day, and spent an inordinate amount of time at Tim Horton’s out of a lack of things to do.
The ballpark itself is pretty much the grandest looking facade in all of minor league baseball. Seriously, from the outside it looks like a Major League ballpark, but once you get inside, it’s kind of nothing spectacular. Full details will be in my baseball parks site.
