It’s Friday afternoon. The weather is perfect. The Dodgers are in town. It’s “Merengue Night” at Shea Stadium. There’s going to be a huge crowd and a post-game concert. I heard that security will be checking tickets outside the Field AND Loge levels. What fun. (Yes, I’m still going.)
And now, the random portion of the program…
Is it true that a fan in Arlington fell into the bullpen while trying to catch a home run the other night? I didn’t see the highlight. What happened?
Funny news from the Mexican League: Los Langosteros de Cancun had to forfeit Wednesday’s doubleheader against Los Pericos de Puebla because there were no baseballs…because their entire supply was ruined when they left it outside during the hurricane. The teams should have called me and asked for some balls. I would’ve been delighted to say no.
My friend Adam (a.k.a. “groceryman” for those of you who read the comments on this blog) just left for 10 days in California. He called me last night at 2am, and we spent an hour discussing ball-snagging strategies for SBC Park, McAfee Coliseum, and Dodger Stadium. He’s also going to Petco Park, but that’s one of three stadiums I haven’t been to, so he’ll be giving ME some tips (and hopefully a few ticket stubs) upon his return. If he finds a computer while he’s gone, he’ll give us some updates.
I finally booked myself a room at the Cincinnati Ramada even though their “system is still down.” How? Because it finally occurred to the genius who’s been answering the phone to direct me to the company’s 1-800 number. They’re lucky. I was about to settle for Travelodge. (I guess that makes me lucky, too.) Twenty-four more days and I’m there.