It started with an impromptu trip to Estadio Latinoamericano, Latin American Stadium, after someone in our group learned over breakfast that the Industriales – Cuba’s version of the Yankees – were playing that night.
By the time we pulled up to the stadium, the one where the Orioles played the Cuban national team in 1999, it was the sixth inning. The Industriales were down 3-0, but from outside it hardly sounded like a place where the home team was being one hit.
Feeding off the excitement of our bus driver Orestes, an otherwise quiet guy, we virtually skipped up to the stadium, where we were directed to a ticket window designated for foreigners. Based on what we’d been told, we were charged more than the locals, but our tickets were the equivalent of $3 each. Who was going to argue?
To our surprise, Orestes led us to a section cordoned off for tourists only a few rows behind home plate. The place was buzzing.
The stands were fairly dark because all the light banks were aimed at the field, but silhouettes of faces stretched as far as you could see down the left and right field lines. The music never let up, drums and horns keeping a steady beat, first from a group playing when the Industriales batted, in their crisp blue and white uniforms, and another when the visiting team in green and gold, like a bad 1980s Oakland As uniform, took the plate.
Structurally, it looked like old Luther Williams Field in Macon, with a roof extending over the stands and netting up all the way up, but on a much grander scale. Apparently it holds up to 55,000 people.....
Once we thought we heard a name when fans chanted “Gor-do,” “Gor-do,” only to find out that’s the Spanish word for fat. They were razzing a pudgy hitter as he headed back to the visiting dugout after striking out....