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I'm in deeeeceeeeeeeeeee.
I'm in Washington DC on the couch at my brother and sister-in-law's apartment.
Oren and I went for Chipotle yesterday, then he gave me a ride to the airport. I was super-early and ended up watching the Mariners-Angels game on TV, from outside their sports bar thingy. A lady wearing even more Mariners junk than I was came up to me and watched the last two innings with me. She apparently has a friend who goes to all the spring training games and has an 80-game plan and stalks the players, so she had some funny stories about hanging out with the Mariners. Said they once even convinced Eddie Guardado to go bring them coffee... stuff like that. I wouldn't think it was true, but she had some signed tickets, which looked pretty real to me, so.
My flight was fairly uneventful. The in-flight movie was Mr. and Mrs. Smith, and I couldn't sleep, so I watched it. I also read a lot. I finished like, 290 out of 300 pages of a book called "The Pitch That Killed" about the 1920 baseball season, mostly focusing on Carl Mays and Ray Chapman. It's very good, brings to life several guys who are just footnotes in baseball history.
Unfortunately, I think I got maybe one hour of sleep all night.
Got to DC, had to wait another hour for the Washington Flyer, then I got on the Metro, which of course makes me all jealous of these cities with their real subway systems. The best part was, I got out of the subway station at McPherson Square and then thought, "Okay, which way is north..." trying to figure out how to get to my brother's place, and then I look up and there's my brother and his wife walking across the street towards me, since they'd just finished their morning run. Awesome.
In theory, I'd love to nap, but it'd probly throw my sleeping off even more, so I think maybe we'll try to find something neat to do this afternoon, then go to the gaaaaaame.
Oren and I went for Chipotle yesterday, then he gave me a ride to the airport. I was super-early and ended up watching the Mariners-Angels game on TV, from outside their sports bar thingy. A lady wearing even more Mariners junk than I was came up to me and watched the last two innings with me. She apparently has a friend who goes to all the spring training games and has an 80-game plan and stalks the players, so she had some funny stories about hanging out with the Mariners. Said they once even convinced Eddie Guardado to go bring them coffee... stuff like that. I wouldn't think it was true, but she had some signed tickets, which looked pretty real to me, so.
My flight was fairly uneventful. The in-flight movie was Mr. and Mrs. Smith, and I couldn't sleep, so I watched it. I also read a lot. I finished like, 290 out of 300 pages of a book called "The Pitch That Killed" about the 1920 baseball season, mostly focusing on Carl Mays and Ray Chapman. It's very good, brings to life several guys who are just footnotes in baseball history.
Unfortunately, I think I got maybe one hour of sleep all night.
Got to DC, had to wait another hour for the Washington Flyer, then I got on the Metro, which of course makes me all jealous of these cities with their real subway systems. The best part was, I got out of the subway station at McPherson Square and then thought, "Okay, which way is north..." trying to figure out how to get to my brother's place, and then I look up and there's my brother and his wife walking across the street towards me, since they'd just finished their morning run. Awesome.
In theory, I'd love to nap, but it'd probly throw my sleeping off even more, so I think maybe we'll try to find something neat to do this afternoon, then go to the gaaaaaame.
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Now head north on the Red Line to Shady Grove and then get a MARC train all the way up to Frederick, and then bore yourself to death in my hometown!!!!1
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And I think there's a dental museum, or something...? Or Schifferstadt, that's actually a neat little historical house.
Oh, and Wonder Book and Video! Wonder Book is *well* worth visiting.... ^_^
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To think I was born and raised until the age of 18 in that town, as a descendant of the same migrant German stock, and never set one foot inside Schifferstadt. For shame.
Also, Baker Park. Next time I go there, I'm going to take a proper camera and set myself loose in Baker Park.