Saturday, August 25, 2001
* that I have attended and remember offhand
Friday, August 24, 2001
I've added our second car game: The License Plate Game. Sorry, readers, but this is a game for just the two of us. However, there is still a week for to play our first car game: How Far Will They Go? Entries are pouring in!
Where we'll be sitting, fourth in a series:
Game number five is at historic Yankee Stadium. Friday, Sept. 7, 7:05 p.m. Boston Red Sox vs. New York Yankees. This will be our third Red Sox game in a row, and probably the most charged game of our trip. A night game in the middle of a pennant race between two of the greatest rivals in baseball? We should remember to bring an ESPN poster to get on camera. (e.g. "Everyone Salute Pedro, Natch!" Uh... we'll have to work on it.)
From the Yankees' web site, you can see where we'll be sitting (you guess it, the arrow is ours):
Unfortunately, the seats for this game are in section 667. About as nosebleed as you can get a Yankee Stadium. I don't suppose our chances of upgrading will be very good, considering the importance of this game. The site doesn't offer any example views from our seats, but I imagine bringing the binoculars will be key. Still, we'll be in Yankee Stadium, and that's enough to bring the overall grade of these seats up to a B-.
Great news! September schedules were posted this evening, and I am off Sept. 9. I had expected that I'd have to work at 4 that afternoon. This means I won't have to break one of my etiquette codes by leaving our last game early.
It also means I'll probably drive to Wisconsin that evening to return my brother's truck. The Brewers are out of town, so I won't be able to shoot for an eighth game. This is probably not a bad thing.
Thursday, August 23, 2001
We've updated the design a little bit to accomodate for all the pictures we're going to take and the books we're going to keep. Baseball is a game of details, and we've come up with our own scorecard of sorts to track the details we feel are important. If you think we're missing anything, please, pass it on.
Wednesday, August 22, 2001
We both recently read Anthony Bourdain's autobiography, "Kitchen Confidential." I checked to see whether the Dreadnaught, the first restaurant to employ Bourdain, still operated in Provincetown, Mass. If it did, we could check it out on one of our free afternoons in Boston. Unfortunately, it is 'naught.
Tuesday, August 21, 2001
Luke's Codes of Baseball Etiquette, one in a series:
Don't be a boor.
How to be a boor, in 10 easy steps:
1. Arrive late. Ask everyone what you missed.
2. Be loud. Swear. When someone points out the doe-eyed six-year-old sitting behind you, say, "Oops, my bad," but do not use this as an excuse to cease your swearing.
3. One inning, one beer.
4. Tip your beer man a quarter. Act as though you just bought him a car.
5. Pepper your jeers with such witticisms as "You suck!", "You suck!" and, for variety, "You suck!"
6. On every grounder from the visiting team, yell "Double play ball!" That there are two outs does not mean you should not do this.
7. When cheering, mispronounce your own team's players, such as "Denial" for "Delino," "Petterman" for "Patterson" and "this fucking Mexican kid" for "Zambrano."
8. When your team's slugger hits any fly ball, out of the infield or not, be the first to stand and scream: "Oh, he jacked that one! It's out of here!"
9. If a ballgirl declines to toss a ball into the stands, mutter. "That bitch."
10. Leave after last call. When waddling out, step on as many toes as possible. Any beer left in your cup should be dribbled on the row in front of you.
I got a bad-manners seminar Monday night when I sat in front of a father-son boor battery, each trying to out-jackass the other. It was a double header, natch. Last call didn't come for six hours, so of 18 innings, only for the last three did I enjoy relative peace and quiet.
Monday, August 20, 2001
There will be times on this trip when words fail us, so we'll need a digital camera. Sandy thinks he can borrow a Nikon Coolpix 950, but it has a flaky power supply. I'm tempted to tap my so-called tax rebate and buy either a new Coolpix or an Olympus C-700. The Nikon would be the better deal, but long ago I promised myself I'd never buy a device with the word "cool" in its name.
Not that we'll have a lot of spare time driving between cities, but if we manage to scrounge some together, we should rely a roadsideamerica.com to figure out where to go.
Sunday, August 19, 2001
1. Bud Smith, Cardinals
Things being equal, I'd give the win to Bierbrodt (pronounced "beer brat"), but Smith gets it for having a name made not only for baseball but for Busch Stadium in particular.
*Current players; minimum 20 at-bats or 25 innings pitched
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