A Different Drum

Not related to the wedding at all. All systems still a go for that, more tommorrow!

Bad News: Johnny Damon was seduced by the Evil Empire and he succumbed. He wears pinstripes now. Damnitalltohell.

Good News: At 79 years young (his birthday is actually tommorrow (Wed)), the Associated Press College Football Coach of the Year, voted by a huge margin, is Joe Paterno.

And they thought the game had passed him by...ha! WE ARE...PENN STATE!

The Sox game last night rocked! Fenway was awesome.

Sara and I took the "T" into Boston from Sullivan Square, so we eliminated most of our travel headaches. The only hang up was having to wait niegh-on forever for the Orange Line out of town at the end of the evening.

Sox were playing the Reds, so was saw Ken Griffy Jr. Wanye Gretzky was in attendance, throwing out first pitches. Nobody hit any home runs, the wind was blowing STIFFLY in from the outfield. There were a bunch of doubles, which, if not for the wind, probably would have made their way out of the park.

Bronson Arroyo pitched a decent game, which is a good confidence builder for him, as he's been struggling as of late. Kevin Millar had a stellar night at first base, turning an unassisted double play by stabbing a line drive out of the air over his head, and then hoping over to tag first before the runner got back.

One of the highlights of the night though, was that Bob Kraft was in attendance. For the uneducated out there, Bob Kraft is a New England hero. He brought winning back to New England. He is a Sports Saint, cannonized by all New England.

Bob Kraft owns the New England Patriots.

He was sitting on the field just beyond the Red's dugout in the seats the Kraft family has held in Season tickets for years. (Even before Patriots fame). I probably could have beaned him with a good pitch from where we were sitting, and he got up and walked by us a couple times. Got a standing ovation every time he left his seat. Sara was off the ceiling. She's a much bigger football fan than a baseball fan, and being that close to the Best Owner In Football (note use of capital letters), was a big thrill for her. We tried to get a couple pictures as he walked by.

Anyway, Sox did win, 6-1, as the Reds served up another nice helping of confidence boosting batting practice. We followed the crowds out, and got back to Salem around midnight, at which point I had just enough time to catch 4 hours of sleep before going to work.

Work, as you might imagine, was a drag. But I survived, and I'm hoping to go to bed shortly.

Peace folks.

So, I did my first radio broadcast of a baseball game this weekend. Covered a double header against Mt. Aloysius. We took both games. They were a pretty poor team. I was excited about it, but it didn't turn out the way I had hoped. I was the third guy in a three man booth. I felt like the third wheel on a date. I kept stats and pitch counts and random trivia, but other than that, not much for me to do.

I think I'm starting to get homesick. I was at the baseball game, looking at the greening grass, and thinking, gee, I bet the golf course grass is starting to get green. Then I remember that its probably still covered in snow. Spring comes earlier here than back home, so sometimes I get seasonal disorientation. Going home for April break will probably be like traveling two weeks back in time, at least in terms of weather. Still looking forward to it, though. Cannot wait. Trying to convince one of my brothers to come home with me, just for fun. That'd be pretty cool, if you ask me.

Lots of work to do, and not enough time to do it, so I'm going to keep this one short.

Till then...