It’s been a long, sad, depressing week. I thanked God for Friday, despite the Preds going one and out again.. It’s time for my personal anodyne: baseball. One of my baseball friends and I are off to Florida today. I’m bagging two new baseball stadiums over the next few days, AND I get to see the beloved Yankees in Tampa Bay next week. I”m hoping they will have shaken off the horrors of their loss last night to the more devil-ish than the Devil Rays, the Bah-stan Red
We’re meeting another friend this evening in Miami. If all goes well, I’ll return to Nashville having visited 33 major league baseball stadiums. With apologies to Johnny Cash….
I’ve been to Montreal, Bawstan, Shea and Yankee in New Yawk, Old Philadelphia Stadium, Old and New Baltimore, Old and New Cleveland, New Pittsburgh, Old Detroit, Toronto, Old Comisky, New Comisky, Wrigley, Old and New Cincinnati, Old Milwaukee (the stadium not the beer), Old and New Atlanta, Old St. Louis, Kansas City, Old and New Houston, Old and New Texas Rangers, Old San Diego, Angels Stadium, Dodgers Stadium, Giants Stadium, and Seattle. Baseball has been, very very good to me.
Best ballpark food by a mile: Seattle. Capitalism at it’s best….every vendor spot up for bid, as opposed one bid for all….result, remarkable and varied food options, as opposed to say, Shea Stadium where the brats taste like the hamburgers.
Best ballpark view: San Francisco…downtown, bridges, harbor
Worst: Shea Stadium in Queens. They could’ve given you Manhattan. Instead they chose auto-body-repair city. It can’t get any uglier.
I’ll miss my wife and many of you. I’ll get over a lot of that missing when the plane lands this afternoon in south Florida…whoohoooooooooooo