Goin’ places that I’ve never been
Seein’ things that I may never see again”
The line from the 1980 Willie Nelson classic On the Road Again, originally recorded in 1965 by Bob Dylan, especially resonates with me this time of year. Bernie, Kevin, and myself are just a week away from our third annual baseball road trip. Few, if any, days go by throughout the year without us talking baseball. Our love of the game led to the creation of our annual baseball road trip, which is now a fixture on the calendar.
The first year we met in Pittsburgh, as it was a good meeting place between Cincinnati and Washington D.C. We watched the Pittsburgh Pirates play the Mets on a Sunday night and then the Diamondbacks on a Monday day game. We played catch in a parking lot across the Allegheny River from the Park and had a full baseball weekend. What could be better than watching baseball at PNC Park and playing catch with friends.
Our first baseball road trip was to Pittsburgh, this year we head to Colorado. (The Winning Run/ DJ)
Last year, Kevin bailed on the road trip for an extended scouting trip in New Zealand. Bernie and I solidified the tradition without him with a true road trip. We met up in Kalamazoo, Michigan, where he was for work and drove to Lansing. We played catch in Adado Riverfront Park before watching the Lansing Lugnuts take on the Dayton Dragons. The next day we drove to Detroit to see the Tigers play the Minnesota Twins. We tried both American Coney Island and Lafayette Coney Island in Detroit’s ongoing Coney battle. The Fort Wayne TinCaps followed the next day, as they took on the West Michigan Whitecaps. Our final stop on our four games, four teams, in four days trip was to see the South Bend Cubs play the Lake County Captains on Mr. Rogers Day. Bernie has the jersey to prove it.
Bernie had the winning bid for the Mr. Rogers jersey worn by South Bends winning pitcher, Enrique De Los Rios. (The Winning Run/ BL)
Each trip means exploring a new city or two. Sampling the local culture and food scene. Indulging in baseball for a few days. Simply it is hanging out with friends. This year is no different. Kevin is back and the three of us are meeting to explore Denver and watch the Colorado Rockies host the Toronto Blue Jays in a three game series. This is the furthest our road trip has taken us from home, and for me it comes just a month before becoming a first time Dad. One last trip before Fatherhood truly begins. What better way to send it than with friends, at a baseball game, inside a Major League park I have never seen a game at before. I just can’t wait to get on the road again.
Baseball season is in full swing and for the first time since I really started paying attention to baseball the game is without a familiar face. I am the resident New York Yankees fan here, and I believe we are without the greatest player of my lifetime. I am talking about Number 2, Derek Jeter, Number 2. It should be a sad time, baseball without the core four or the fantastic five or whatever they call them all, but I am excited about the future.
I have been a fan of the Yankees since I could walk. I knew the greats and knew where they played and what the uniform looked like. I have met Don Mattingly and gotten his autograph. Unfortunately, this was the late 80’s and early 90’s and the Yankees were about as good as the Marlins have been for the last 10 years. It was not until I moved to enemy territory that the organization brought up a promising young shortstop from Kalamazoo, Michigan. I started following more intently, the Yankees started winning, and Jeter started wooing us all. It was good, but all good things yada yada yada. It is 2015 now and we are moving forward.
Derek has left the Stadium and we are stuck with Arod for another couple of year but we still have talent and potential. Our most tenured homegrown talent is Brett Gardner and we have patched together the rest of the team, as is Yankee fashion. Our new shortstop is Sir Didi Gregorius, a knighted player who played well for half a season for those jerks in Arizona (still sore over the 2001 World Series). He has big spikes to fill and still must earn his pinstripes but he has the potential for greatness, as does every other player out there. This is why they play 162 and hope the baseball gods smile and keep them healthy so they may become as iconic and loved as The (hopefully not last ever Mr. Cashman) Captain, Number 2, Derek Jeter.