Originally Posted on August 25, 2014

I am sitting in the press box at Dodd Stadium in Norwich, Connecticut, attending the Connecticut Tigers game as they take on the Lowell Spinners. I drove over from Williamsport, Pennsylvania today, about a six-hour drive. I had a great weekend attending the Little League World Series, and I recommend that all true baseball enthusiasts make it to Williamsport at least once. Little League has managed to keep the experience as authentic as possible. I also attended the championship game of the American Legion World Series last Tuesday in Shelby, North Carolina. Mike Douglass, a friend from Ashland, met me in Shelby. We hadn’t seen each other in at least 25 years. We had a great time—we even did the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge—and watched a game that was pretty much over before it even started. New Jersey beat Michigan 18-0. But that didn't matter as much as seeing Mike, reminiscing about years gone by, catching up on family members, and reminding each other of the idiotic things we had done.

People have been criticizing the Ice Bucket Challenge, which is bound to happen when things go viral, but it has raised a lot of money for ALS, also known as Lou Gehrig’s disease. Personally, I have been taken to task on some issues regarding why people are doing it. I was presented with statistics on how many people are affected by ALS and how the money raised would be better spent on other causes, given how relatively few people are affected. I understand the frustrations, I really do, but having a rational discussion about an emotional issue is tough. Someone actually told me that the Ice Bucket Challenge only became "trendy" because a couple of baseball players have it.

I hope that the criticisms calm down. I know people think some are doing the challenge for narcissistic reasons, and so be it—it still brings attention to this devastating disease. Others ask why people can’t just donate. I hope people will, and continue to do so. If people choose not to participate for religious or ethical reasons, I respect that, and I hope others do not frown upon them either.

Please watch Lou Gehrig’s farewell speech. If it doesn't move you to donate to ALS, please consider donating to a cause of your choosing. And remember, I am very patient when roads are closed while you run your 5Ks… so please be patient with people participating in the Ice Bucket Challenge.

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Originally Posted on May 13, 2014

Yesterday was Day 88 of this journey, and while I bring it up for no particular reason, I was in Little Rock, Arkansas, watching the Arkansas Travelers take on the NW Arkansas Naturals. I arrived in Little Rock the night before from Memphis. I had spent much of the previous evening, and most of yesterday, at a Starbucks since the game wasn’t until 7 p.m. It rained on and off all day, with the threat of more to come. I was hoping there wouldn’t be any weather delays and that the game wouldn’t go into extra innings. I needed to be in Oklahoma City by 10 a.m. for a radio interview, and that was a five-hour drive.

Well, the game did go into extra innings, with the Naturals finally putting the Travelers away in the 12th inning, winning 6-5. The game ended around 11:15 p.m., and it started raining immediately after. I managed to drive for three hours toward Oklahoma City, found a rest area, and slept until 8 a.m., making it to the interview by 10:10 a.m. More about that tomorrow!

I haven’t been writing much lately, as I’ve been in a bit of a "funk." I’m still enjoying the trip and seeing all these places, but I’m feeling somewhat disillusioned with many of the minor league venues. I get that minor league baseball is a business and that they need to make money to stay afloat. Most of them are using a formula of entertainment that seems to work for their community. I alluded to this yesterday. The food is pretty much the same everywhere, and there’s constant entertainment between innings. I guess I expected more variety, but I’ve found that’s not really the case.

I make no bones about it—I love nostalgia. Give me the unique and the old stadiums. I loved McKechnie Park in Bradenton (Pirates), and Wrigley Field has an amazing energy and look. Bakersfield was a real treat, and the Montgomery Biscuits have done a great job combining the old with the new. However, many of these newer places are “cookie cutter,” designed with the baseball entertainment complex in mind.

I’ve been sticking to a schedule, planning my trip two to three weeks in advance, which has been great for getting media attention—something I really enjoy. But this “exposure” has also limited me. Part of what I want to do is get to smaller communities and explore off the beaten path. I want to go to a game every day, but I think when summer comes, I’ll leave weekends open without scheduled games. That way, I can wander the back roads, catch a community “Merchant” league game, or watch a youth tournament.

I had a conversation with Chris Dearing in South Carolina about a “Black” league that still plays in the South. He said it’s great baseball that most people don’t know about. I want to go to those games, search out those venues. I don’t know exactly what I’m looking for, but I’ve had my fill of the “systematic” formula of baseball entertainment. I get why it works for the casual fan.

I’m working my way back to Wisconsin and will be there by the end of the month. It’ll be nice to see my daughter and family. From there, my plan is to seek out great baseball cities in Wisconsin and Minnesota and talk with people who still show up on Sunday afternoons to watch the Legion teams. I hope these games still exist!

Lastly, it feels great to get a ball! It always feels great to get a ball!

At the game last night, I caught a foul ball. There’s something that excites me every time it happens. I’ve been trying to get one at all the different leagues I visit, and so far, I’ve been successful. It brings out the kid in me every time I chase after one. I wasn’t the only one, though. I was sitting next to a guy and his friends, and he wanted one too. He had even bought his tickets to be in a good position to get one. I got the only one that came our way.

Unfortunately, I had to tumble through a gate and onto the field to get it. I showed the ball to him and his friends and explained what I was doing. They loved it, as most people do when I tell them. I was hoping another ball would come our way so he could get one. It didn’t, but when he went to the bathroom, a ball was hit near there. I was hoping he was paying attention—and he was. He out-hustled his buddy to get it, and like all kids, he was excited to show it off when he got back. I was happy for him! That’s what I love about this game: it brings out the kid in all of us.

While some remnants of the old Lounge are still there, like the bleacher seating and tailgate atmosphere in certain parts, the overall experience feels more polished, almost too curated. It’s bittersweet because, while the upgrades are impressive, I can’t help but feel that some of the magic has been lost along the way​.

Clemson’s "Cheap Seats" have undergone a similar transformation. They’ve incorporated those famous buses into the upgraded stadium, but, just like at Mississippi State, it doesn’t have quite the same scrappy charm it once had. The fan experience at both places has become a blend of history and modernity, but there’s no denying that some of the original grit and authenticity has been replaced with a more commercialized, corporate feel.

It’s a reflection of what’s happening across many ballparks—balancing the pull of tradition with the demand for modernization. I understand why it’s happening, but I still find myself missing that raw, unfiltered fan experience that made those places so memorable for me back then.

Originally Published August 18th, 2014

I have gained a very unique perspective during this trip. I have witnessed firsthand what is happening at ballparks all over the country—what is working and what isn’t. I am beginning to understand the business side of running a baseball stadium and why the majority of minor league teams have a “baseball entertainment complex” in mind when they pursue and get a new ballpark. I can immediately tell which teams understand the word hospitality, which ones are working toward educating all of their team members, and the ball clubs that have no idea what the word means. Within five minutes of arriving, I fully understand the level of entertainment I will be receiving.

I haven’t conducted a study, and this is purely a guess, but I would say that 75% of minor league teams have variations of the same “fan” experience—the stadium, the mascot, the routines between innings, and the videos on the scoreboard. Many are incorporating bouncy houses, basketball courts for kids, and water features to run through, etc. You get the idea. I’m not saying this is a bad idea; I actually like it. Martie Cordero from the Omaha Storm Chasers changed my opinion. Ninety-nine-point nine percent of baseball fans will never do what I am doing. They will just go to their local team's game and thus will think this is unique to their team.

For the minor league teams, it has to be entertainment with the entire family in mind. The baseball game might be the centerpiece, but most young kids will get bored after half an inning. They need additional entertainment so their parents can either watch the game or socialize with friends. Ballparks have become part amusement park for all the different ages. The more people you can draw, the more money the team makes. It isn’t really about the baseball game. As one team president put it to me the other day, “Our fan isn’t going to remember how we did last July, like they do about the top club. Bottom line is revenue generation.” Get the fan hooked on the fun mascot and the great-looking gear!

I won’t argue that this needs to happen in the minor league game. Players I have talked to have stated that winning feels different; you still root for your team, but it’s just different. Most fans feel the same way—favorite players come and go during the season. However, I feel there are venues that should not cave to the pressures of the “baseball entertainment complex” mentality. Places like Helena and Bakersfield need to continue to embrace what they have, improve where they can, but not forget about the traditional baseball experience. There are many more beautiful minor league experiences that have perfected this. If you are ever in San Jose, make sure to get to a Giants game. I loved the fact that they upgraded without killing the history—they utilized the old park. Vancouver is upgrading but not tearing down what they have; they are trying different things before going the route of a new place.

As I’ve traveled around the country, I have seen firsthand that, as a country, we have become somewhat homogeneous in the majority of regions with all the Starbucks, Wal-Marts, Applebee’s, Olive Gardens, etc. Sometimes I look around and have to ask myself where I am because it could be Milwaukee or Seattle, given the ubiquity of the stores. I’ve mentioned all this for a reason: the best fan experience I have had—at Mississippi State’s Left Field Lounge—is going to be changing. This makes me sad. The Left Field Lounge (as goofy as this may sound) is breathtaking. There has been nothing like it. Clemson and Southern Miss were similar. The powers that be—probably lawyers and administrators, fearing a lawsuit and wanting more revenue—have decided to present a plan that, on its face, is very nice. They came up with the “Left Field Lofts.” As nice as this is, MSU will now become as sterile an experience as the rest of the teams that have created these clean and organized complexes. Fans will still come and support their teams—LSU fans come to mind—but what it does is take away the tradition and independence that these fans had. Mississippi State fans love their baseball team, and their allegiance won’t change, but it’s hard for me to believe that their rabidity won’t diminish.

Clemson incorporated the “Cheap Seats” bus into their new field. It is a fun experience, but it’s not like it used to be. Southern Miss has “The Roost”; to me, they now have the go-to experience if things change at MSU. The author John Grisham wrote about a time when a player from another team stood in wonderment and was speechless, besides mouthing “unbelievable” over and over, when he first saw and was brought back to “The Left Field Lounge.” I had the same experience. [Click here for Grisham’s story.](insert link) I am an outsider, not an alum. I understand the allure of something new, but it will become the same experience with a slightly different twist as places all over the United States. I would urge the “power” brokers to reconsider changing Dudy Noble. Mississippi State has set all the attendance records in modern college baseball, and I personally think that will change. Fenway Park improved when upgraded; Wrigley Field needs upgrades, and it can be done. However, in my estimation, there is absolutely nothing wrong with the way Dudy Noble is. We worry way too much about things that could happen, and then we change them into sterile experiences. The Left Field Lounge is one of the most authentic experiences I have ever been a part of. The MSU fans are some of the most welcoming. I didn’t pay much attention to the game until the end; I made some friends that I still stay in contact with. I will come back to MSU no matter what happens.

I just want some tradition to be preserved. I was looking forward to bringing some of my northern friends to MSU to witness one of the best spectacles in sports and to meet some of the most fun-loving fans. It will be a harder sell without the Left Field Lounge...

Ten years ago, I was getting interviewed quite a bit, and while I liked the attention, I wasn’t entirely comfortable with it. I was still figuring out how to talk on camera and control my nervous gestures. Watching myself on TV made me feel self-conscious about everything from my head shape to my gut. It was funny but also kind of revealing about my insecurities. The media mostly focused on the emotional side of my story, especially regarding my dad, but for me, it wasn’t just about baseball—it was about freedom, finding less stress, and doing something I was passionate about. Even though some people didn’t get it, I knew I was living a dream, following my authentic self, and that’s what mattered to me most.

Originally Posted on June 25, 2014

I have been interviewed quite a bit lately—Milwaukee, Austin, and two Omaha stations. I will admit that I do like the attention, and I think that’s normal. However, I don’t really enjoy doing the interviews. I am getting better at talking and being in front of the camera. I still need to control my gesturing, but hey, I’m not a pro. Since it’s me, and people tend to judge their “insides” by everyone else’s “outsides,” I really don’t know how I’m coming off to others. I know that I feel like I’m talking quite fast and I’m not relaxed, but it has gotten better in the last few interviews.

Also, am I the only one who thinks they sound funny and that their profile and head are shaped weird? Seriously, every time I see myself on TV, I think I have a weird-looking head, I need a haircut, and that my gut seems to be getting bigger. Or am I just being neurotic? (I’m laughing at myself right now about the odd insecurities I have.)

The news tends to focus on one aspect of the story regarding my dad—the emotional part, the part that grabs the viewer. I understand; I try to do that with my headlines every day so you will click and read my blog post. I think the part that gets lost in all of this is that it’s not just about baseball. I admit I love the game and have enjoyed going to all the games, but more importantly, it’s the freedom I feel, how much less stressful my life is at the moment, and how easy it is to do because I have a passion for it. Some people have said I have inspired them, but I get inspired by a lot of my friends when I read their Facebook posts and see the changes taking place in their lives—people who have decided to take control and do the things that make them healthier and happier. They didn’t have to quit their jobs, live out of their cars, or get interviewed to do it.

I have a fun story, and I understand why the news thinks it’s worthwhile to cover it. I also know that you don’t have to go to the extreme that I have to find peace and contentment. One news outlet touched on an aspect that I love about this whole thing, and that’s living on the fringe. I’m living off the grid and doing something out of the societal norm. That’s me and always has been me. I love the abnormal. It’s about being true to my authentic self when I just try to be who I am, instead of trying to fit into what I think society wants. I think more people want to do this and are really testing the boundaries, especially with all the extreme sports and competitions like Tough Mudder that we have now.

I liked the line Trey Daerr used in the interview I did with WISN: “He has given up everything, so he regrets nothing.” I like it because it hammers home to me how short life is. If I don’t start acting on the things I’ve always wanted to do, they will pass me by. I’m grateful that I’ve had all this support and attention, but more importantly, that I’ve been given the opportunity. I don’t know what I’ll end up doing for a living when this is all over. Should I find a way to continue, that would be great. If it’s just for this year, that works too. I would love to work in baseball doing something. I enjoy so many aspects of the profession. What makes me laugh is that the only time in my life I really knew what I wanted to be when I grew up was when I was a kid—I wanted to be a baseball player. Such a silly thing, when you’re an adult, to be. Society told me to grow up, and believe me, I’ve tried. I really tried. But I always had this discontentment within me. My brother Chad brings this up all the time. He reminds me that I’ve always been a little off, in a good way. That I always wanted to build and do my own thing. I think it’s human nature to want things and to build a life you want.

Sorry, I went on my little rant there. What precipitated all of it was an email I got from someone who saw an interview I did that aired last night in Omaha. It wasn’t very nice, and I was surprised the person took the time to write to me. I wasn’t even upset about it. What bothered me, though, was that he missed the point of why I’m doing what I’m doing. When I say that I’m living a dream that a lot of people would love to do, I mean that figuratively. Some of you might want to travel the world and see the best opera singers in their home countries, etc.

I was going to write about the grounds crew experience I had with the Omaha Storm Chasers, but I will get to that hopefully tomorrow. Another story I have is about the play-by-play announcer with the Clinton LumberKings. So many experiences that I’ve been exposed to, to learn about and see firsthand, that the average fan doesn’t. I hope I’m able to share enough about them that you find them interesting.

Ten years ago, I was at a Pensacola Blue Wahoos game, sitting with Phillip Michanowicz, a longtime season ticket holder. He pointed out the "resident screamer," a woman who not only yelled loud encouragements that almost always led to strikeouts but also constantly argued with the umpires’ calls—whether they were right or wrong. Phillip loved the ballpark’s "beachy" feel by the water, even though he didn’t play much baseball himself—his brother Cameron did in the minors. We talked about his time in competitive drum corps and a fun story about Tommy Lasorda and his old nickname, "Hondo." Everyone had gloves, not just for catching foul balls but for protection, and sure enough, someone got nailed later in the game. Phillip left after the seventh inning, missing the Wahoos’ 6-0 loss, but the "Screamer" kept going strong.

Originally Posted on May 8, 2014

“Home Run Juan, Home Run!” a lady was yelling who was sitting down from us. Phillip just finished explaining that she was the “resident” screamer; also, the most likely candidate who would sleep with all the players given the opportunity. He went on to explain when she yells, the players strike out 8 out of 10 times. He said, “Wait, it will get worse when she has a few drinks”.  Juan Duran of the Pensacola Blue Wahoos promptly struck out.  I asked about the lady who sat by the visitors’ dugout. Phillip said her family shows up at all the Pensacola sporting events and mentioned, she never agrees with the umpires’ calls.  I noticed her for that exact thing. She was berating the second base ump on a call that I thought he got right, but my glasses might have deceived me.  She seemed mean to me. Gamesmanship is one thing, but I could picture this lady punching the umpire if she were to run into him at a bar.  She took that call personally!

Phillip (with two L’s) Michanowicz has been a season ticket holder to the Blue Wahoos the last three years. He gets to 80-90 percent of the games. Since they play 80 home games that is a lot during the summertime.  He attributes some of the enjoyment to the fact that it is a new ballpark. The city of Pensacola built it right down on the water over three years ago, in hopes of attracting a team and revitalizing the area.  I thought the place was great. You can see the ocean over the outfield walls, the site lines were tremendous, and the overall stadium structure was unique. The stadium had a real “beachy” feel to it – watch a ballgame or grab a surfboard.  Phillip said he was more into music growing up, he didn’t play baseball, but he always watched because his brother, Cameron, played in the minor leagues for the Reds, Phillies, and Pirates.

I asked what it was like to watch one team, day in and day out. He told me it was about the spirit of the game and how each individual player treats it, besides the staff that works the Blue Wahoo games are great, “They might not be the best team in the world, but I enjoy coming”.  He says he can tell if a player is really into playing, when they aren’t and how that affects the flow of the team and the game.  Phillip relates this type of mentality to the DCI (Drums Corps International) teams he was a part of for three years.  From about Memorial Day until the middle of August he worked with a team of 150 members that made it through the try-outs. Each were selected for this highly competitive (think) Marching Band (on steroids). They were together seven days a week practicing and performing their routine that took 11.5 mins. The “team” traveled all over the country. The days were long, normally 16 hours and they slept in high school gyms or college dorms.  They were a team through and through with all the personalities that went with it.  The largest crowd he performed in front of was over 100,000 people at the Rose Bowl on July 4th, 2010.  His team beat out the other 25 nationally competitive teams to win the World Championship that year.

I was intrigued by this sport that I knew nothing about, yeah, I called it a sport, I want everyone to go and try and play an instrument will marching, running, and dancing! Anyway, I could spend another 500 words on this, but I can’t, check it out – The Marching Band.

Phillip related a great baseball story to me about former Dodger manager Tommy Lasorda. His grandpa knew Tommy and they used to compete against one another playing high school baseball. About eight years ago during Spring Training, Phillip’s brother, Cameron, saw Tommy walking across the field and called him a nickname from high school.  As the story goes Tommy’s head snapped up and he looked at Cameron, walked over and asked, “How the hell did you know that name?”  Cameron explained to him about his Grandpa. Tommy remembered him and had a good laugh then went on his way.  So next time you see Tommy, call him “Hondo”, you might get a reaction.

I noticed that everyone had baseball gloves in the section we were sitting in, even the older people. I assumed everyone loves getting balls as much as I do! Wrong!! Phillip explained to me that it is for protection more than anything else. He said he has seen a lot of people get nailed with a ball. “Not pretty”, he added.  Later in the game, after Phillip left, an older lady got nailed, it looked like it hurt.  On average Phillip said he gets about 20 foul balls a year, he gives some to his nephew or he will get autographs of some the better players.  Phillip did get to see Yasiel Puig play here last year for the Chattanooga Lookouts at the beginning of June. He wondered why he wasn’t playing for the Dodgers at that time, since he was awed by his talent.  Sure enough the next day he was called up to the “Bigs” skipping Triple A ball in the process. Two years ago on August 21, 2012, he got to see Billy Hamilton steal his record 145th and 146th base in his 120th minor league game.

I enjoyed talking to Phillip, he left after the seventh inning. He didn’t miss much except the “Screamer” screaming. It was obvious, she was feeling no pain. The Blue Wahoos got beat by the Lookouts 6-0.

Originally Posted on May 2, 2014

“Okay, tell me what you know about baseball?” I heard this question from one of the attractive women sitting behind me. I had already noticed them as I walked down to my seat, and I actually pointed them out to Mike, the cameraman, who was filming me. We both gave each other that knowing glance guys do when a woman’s physical beauty kind of stops us in our tracks (eyebrows raised and a dumbstruck look while mouthing ‘WOW’). These two were stunning, to say the least. My first thought was that they were girlfriends of the players. As I eavesdropped, waiting for the answer, I thought this could be a fun profile.

“Well, I know there are nine innings, three strikes, and fly balls,” the other one answered. I laughed to myself and turned around to talk to Alex and Rachel, both 23 and recent college grads from UGA, as Alex told me. I had to ask what that stood for. She looked at me kind of funny and said, “Georgia.” I was partly right about them being girlfriends of some of the players. Alex stated she had friends on both teams since she had worked for the Atlanta Braves and the Gwinnett Braves in the past. One of her friends got her the tickets, and she asked Rachel to come along.

I told them what I was doing, and they agreed to be interviewed. They were a lot of fun from the very beginning. Alex is a huge baseball fan. She thinks she attends over 50 games a year. “I can’t explain it, I am just obsessed with the game,” she said. Currently, she is in the Master’s program at UGA for Sports Administration. Her dream job would be working as a sportscaster on the MLB Network. She got into baseball her senior year in high school when she volunteered to be a “Diamond Darling” for the boys’ baseball team and fell in love with everything about it.

Rachel and Alex have been friends since their sophomore year at UGA. They met in a psychology class, sharing “odd” glances with each other during the semester when another classmate would say and do bizarre things. They have been hanging out ever since. Rachel said she isn’t into sports at all. Her parents tried unsuccessfully when she was growing up since they were active in sporting and outdoor activities. Rachel said she did play soccer for a while, and she got stuck as the goalie since she was the tallest and the biggest player. That’s right—you read that right: “biggest.” Rachel went on to tell me (this is hard to believe) that she was once 210 pounds. She stands 5’8″ currently and is 132 pounds and is a stone-cold knockout. I was skeptical of this story and started to think that they might be putting me on.

Alex also played soccer. She said she was “okay,” with a laugh. She played all through high school. I don’t know if she was as good as Rachel was as a goalie, but she did receive scholarship offers to play at the following schools: LSU, Alabama, Princeton, Auburn, and South Carolina. She also played on the Olympic Development Team for five years. Not too shabby there, Alex—you were better than “okay,” sister! She didn’t play soccer in college since she tore her MCL twice, but she did receive an academic scholarship to UGA, saying that soccer was fun, but it had run its course with her, and she wanted to focus on “all things baseball.”

I inquired further about Rachel’s size and how she lost all her weight. She said that she made a New Year’s Resolution in January of 2011 by default when she had nothing to do one day and ended up going to the gym. She felt great after. She committed herself to eating properly and exercising regularly (five days a week). I, for one, was impressed with the results! Both Alex and Rachel do modeling on the side (hard to believe). Alex showed me a picture of a magazine she was on the cover of. They explained to me that a lot of the modeling they do is at conferences and trade shows. I asked if men get out of control with their comments. Rachel said she didn’t get a lot of lewd comments; Alex, on the other hand, said that she did. Both said they get proposals of marriage on almost every job. They laughed easily when we discussed certain things about those jobs. Rachel told me of a time when one intoxicated “gentleman” bet her that he was going to give her $100. She said she took that bet. Unfortunately, she lost when the guy gave her the $100…

I teased Rachel on her knowledge of baseball. She said it was probably her fourth game in her lifetime, a far cry from Alex and her 50 a year. Alex has been to a few MLB stadiums around the country: Giants, Padres, Rockies, and Braves. She is very serious about becoming a sportscaster. She has a very charming and gregarious personality to go along with her stunning good looks and million-dollar smile. She would be a great addition to any sports show. As for Rachel, she is working on her PhD at Georgia State in Cognitive Science. She says she loves doing the research, and since she gets paid to go to school, she says it is not a bad “gig” to have. Both will continue to do modeling to supplement their income until the MLB comes calling and the PhD is finished.

I enjoyed “watching” the game with these two. For some reason, it went by way too fast! Funny how that happened! They struck me as very intelligent and genuine individuals with a lot to offer other than their good looks.

Ten years ago, I wrapped up the western leg of a journey with a special stop in Chicago to attend a Cubs vs. Brewers game with my daughter, Sami. She took the Amtrak from Milwaukee, and we met for breakfast near Wrigley Field. It had been a month since I last saw her, which made this time together even more meaningful. We normally meet up for meals or movies at least once a week, but with her growing up and entering her sophomore year at the University of Wisconsin, I couldn’t help but reflect on the bittersweet reality that she may never live with me again. It was a memorable day that deepened my appreciation for the fleeting moments we have as parents.

Originally Posted on August 17, 2014

On Thursday I completed my last western swing of this journey.  I met my daughter in Chicago to go to a Cubs vs Brewers game.  Sami took the Amtrak train down from Milwaukee. I picked her up and we drove over near Wrigley Field to park and find a place to have breakfast.  I was happy to see her since it had been a month ago I started working my way West. Not being able to see her at least once a week has been hard. We normally get together for breakfast or dinner and watch a movie if there is time.  She is growing up and is going into her sophomore year at the University of Wisconsin. The thought occurred to me that she might never live with me again. Of course, this makes me sad; but it is part of the deal being a parent.

As we ate breakfast and discussed ‘all’ life situations and funny moments. Subject matter that I had already heard about, but being with her made it better.  I was happy she agreed to go to a game with me. I figured she would get bored since she really isn’t into sports.  She enjoys the Badgers basketball and football games and will go to an occasional Brewers baseball game. The social aspects is what is attractive to her. Youth? Maybe, but lots of people, young and old, go for that reason. I didn’t teach her about the game of baseball because I assumed that she wouldn’t care. However, as we were watching the Cubs and Brewers, she started asking questions and I started explaining. Surprisingly enough, she started understanding.  Up to this point, she was bored, and she was tired. I thought of Anthony, from England, whom I watched a game with during Spring Training. He wanted to know what the base coaches did and why they were standing where they were on the field.

I realized, again, this game can be very confusing if you don’t understand some of the little nuances.  My daughter started picking up on the things I had explained. She started saying things made more sense.  I was disappointed in myself that I never took the time to explain when she was younger. I figured she was to much of a “girly girl” to want to learn. My daughter is this very bright, intelligent, fun loving and, to me, the most beautiful person that I know. And I forgot to include her in my passion.  Hopefully, she will want to go to more than just an occasional game in future years.  I enjoyed my time with her as she is very open and honest with me. Or, should I say, as open and honest as sophomore in college can be with her “at times” overbearing father.  The Brewers beat the Cubs. We sat in the bleachers directly under the big scoreboard. It was a great day for a game.  The Blue Angels were flying overhead practicing for the Air Show this weekend.  I took the long way home and continued talking about “life” with Sami. Overall, one of the best days I have had.

On Friday, I went to a game in Rockford, Illinois. The game was between the Rockford Aviators and the Normal Cornbelters in the Frontier League. The game was an offensive routing as the Cornbelters destroyed the Aviators, 20-7.  The great part of this game, I got to go to the game with a boyhood friend who was one of my first friends when I moved to Ashland.  “Ole” and I met in fifth grade. I probably slept over at his house on Friday, or Saturday night, for years through middle school and into high school. We discussed what has happened in our lives since the last time we saw each other and laughed about old memories. It felt like we were back in eighth grade. His laugh was the same and he was quick to smile. He made fun of himself about things he did and how he used to be.

While watching the game, we discussed all things Ashland like I have with others I have gotten to see on this trip.  Ole said, “Rockford isn’t good” before we even went to the game. I think he realized the game didn’t matter once we got there. It was about being in the crowd talking about life.  What I love most about him is his introspective nature and that his emotional intelligence off the charts.  The game was a long one. I did two interviews, but it seemed to go by way to fast.  He and I talked as we walked to our cars, gave each other a hug and went our separate ways. Ole is the guy I think of when I watch Stand by Me. He is the River Phoenix character to me.  It had been ten years since I saw him last; and, twenty-five years since we really talked. I hope to stay in contact with him.  (BTW, he has three daughters.)

Ten years ago, I reflected on my blog's fluctuating readership, wondering if my media appearances were driving attention. I acknowledged my self-doubt about writing quality, despite encouragement and improvement over time with less need for editing help. My life revolved around baseball, and I observed the game's operations, fans, and politics, often feeling frustrated by the greed and power dynamics involved. Balancing my desire to speak honestly with concerns about potential sponsors, I continued to write. I also realized weekend posts had lower engagement, so I planned to save more exciting content for weekdays. Even today, it feels much the same—though now, with the rise of ChatGPT and AI, I find myself questioning what is authentic and what isn't, as the lines between genuine writing and machine-generated content blur.

Originally Posted on June 27th, 2014

Some days my blog just explodes, and I wonder who is reading what I write?  Is it because I have been on TV, the radio, in the newspaper?  It is hard to figure out sometimes.  I write about baseball things and how excited I get or how I am feeling about life.  Most of the time I don't think what I am writing is very good (no need to tell me that it is good Mom, Heidi, or anyone else that encourages me on a regular basis, just discussing something here, but I do appreciate the encouragement), I have talked to other writers/journalists/bloggers, and they all tell me the same thing.  It is normal to have doubt. I have reread earlier articles that I have written, and I know my writing is evolving and I think is getting better.  Beth doesn't have to spend hours fixing and reorganizing my points or information I am trying to convey; believe me she has been a miracle worker!

As I have been out on the road, I have devoted 95% of my life to baseball. I go to all the games I say I have. I constantly read baseball information on a daily basis, I check out stadiums, people that work at the stadiums, the fans in the stands, the equipment used by the players, how the grounds crew maintains the field (that post is being worked on, well not really - it's evolving. I have all my notes, which I have reviewed, and I am trying to construct a good story). Continuing - what material they use to make it look nice, how the announcers research and call a game, what the players are doing to prepare, how the print and visual media report the games. I have learned there is tons of politics that affects and touches every aspect of the game. So much goes into all of it. I have learned what a very intricate web 'baseball' really is.

Most days I can't believe that I am out on the road doing what I am doing, but there are days that frustrate me. Days that I become very cynical at what I see.  I try to square it with my brain, but I can't turn a blind eye to everything. It's hard to ignore how greed plays a role in the game, who the power brokers are, who has the better marketing machine but the inferior product.  All of this gets to me. I had that experience last night and again today.  Cities that sold their soul for something that was a waste of money. Companies that have better and innovative products but can't break through because others are too scared of the fall out of losing sponsorship money.  Yeah, that is life and eventually I find my acceptance.  Even I worry about what I write. I don't want to be offensive in case someone with deep pockets wants to sponsor me.  I don't like living that way, but I am cultivating and inquiring everywhere I go!  I have a few stories that I am digging deeper into things I find very interesting.  Some of what I will write will take a little courage, maybe it will come out in a book, who knows!

It occurred to me that today is Friday, everyday feels like a Friday to me so I do get confused.  I have learned that my Friday, Saturday and Sunday posts don't get read by very many people, so I am going to save a couple of things for Monday and Tuesday that I am excited to write!  Yes, the Grounds Crew one and the Play by Announcer one.  I will be at a Chicago Cubs game tomorrow afternoon if anyone is going to be in Chicago, or at that game, let me know!  Have a great weekend to most of you that won't tune in until Monday morning when you are trying to figure out how you are going to get through another work week!

Originally Published April 11th, 2014

Being on the road full time for the past couple of months, I have gotten to experience a lot of different things.  I figured I would run into people that weren't quite like me; or, didn't have the same attitudes towards things.  I stay at the Motel 6 Hotels, my preferred hotel chain, for financial reasons.  Motel 6 is by far the least expensive of all the chains. Also, I have gotten lucky that the one I'm at is going through a room remodeling that started a year ago. A lot of the rooms are very up-to-date and, in my opinion, look great! However, since it is the least expensive it attracts the budget conscious like myself and other "darker" personality types. Some of these are located in "sketchier" neighborhoods. I will admit that I do enjoy seeing some of the people that come to this chain. There are a lot of construction crews that stay weeks at a time and have their own barbecues for their own little parties after work daily. Even though, since they work early in the morning, they go to bed early, also. Then there seems to be the ones that are selling something out of the rooms. Be it drugs or other things, I get nervous when I see this when I go to the vending machine to get a water. Seeing someone standing in their doorway is odd. I have learned that if I give them a hard stare they normally look away.

It is not that I am afraid of the people, my worry level stems from how desperate they are. Last night, for example, I decided to walk from my hotel to the ballpark. About a mile away, I figured I would save the $7 - $10 for parking. Turns out parking was only $3 - but still saved some cash.  As I walked to the stadium, I observed my surroundings, who I saw, etc. I realized it was probably a mistake the way I went. It wasn't the neighborhood as much as it was all the homeless and meth heads that were around.  The stadium was beautiful, and it had a great view of the mountains!  I am realizing that the homeless love warmth and great views, just like everyone else! Anyway, I made a mental note to walk back a different way or grab a bus.

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The game was exciting, for one, the home team got beat 11-4. But there was a very scary moment in the bottom of the eighth. A Fresno outfielder hit his head on the wall while diving for a ball in foul territory.  As they took care of the player, some of the stadium gates were opened for people to leave, but also some of the homeless and drug addicts came in. One lady asked me what happened, I told her. I realized that she was quite young, but drugs had her. As she walked away, I wondered where she was going to sleep. I thought about Reno. There was a river next to their stadium and I noticed people sleeping near there. Just past the railroad tracks of this outfield was an area where the homeless were camping.

As I walked back to the hotel after the game, the homeless and meth heads were out and about. Some scouting out places to sleep, bushes next to buildings seemed like a popular choice.  I was prepared to be confronted for money, be it a handout or something they were trying to sell.  I only got scared once when a drug dealer appeared out of nowhere and gave me a hard stare. I looked back at him and realized he was "not afflicted" (by drugs or mental issues). I nodded and kept on walking, looking back only after hearing nothing behind me. It was a long walk, and my mind was racing more than normal, believe me. I have been in a lot worse neighborhoods, this one really wasn't that bad.  A friend, I was texting, called and we talked as I walked and that helped.  Once I got back to the hotel, it was a flurry of activity! People walking and talking all over the place. I was worried about my car being broken into. I don't keep anything valuable, but I certainly didn't want to have to deal with a broken window, like this morning as someone else had to.

Before I eventually fell asleep, I thought about how lucky I was to be able to take this trip. Life could be so much worse.  I have a lot of time to think as I ponder life while driving and watching the games. Some people would never be able put themselves in the situations I have put myself in, I understand that. However, when I have talked to some of the homeless and meth heads, most are actually very nice people. They might be working an angle to get something but if you straight up ask them how they got in the situation they are in, they are honest.  Meth heads can pinpoint it to that first "hit" where they felt the euphoria and their regret ever since. Now, they say it is "chasing that feeling", and most have become resigned to the fact that it will kill them. The homeless, seemingly for many, have some kind of mental problem. But there are those out there that lost a job coupled with a few bad breaks. I guess we are all could be a few mistakes, or bad breaks, away from some of this stuff.  This trip has given me a new perspective, along with renewing some perspectives.  Life is too short. If we don't embrace it now - when will we.

I have a long way to go on this journey and in life. Baseball is showing me so much more than just a game. Being able to follow it all over the country continues to bring me a lot of happiness. I love showing up at a different ballpark every day, experiencing the local excitement, even the non-excitement. I love talking baseball with knowledgeable baseball people. Funny thing is a lot equate baseball to life. From the scouts I hear that it is what is "between the ears".  The big question they want to know is how these kids are going to react to adversity. If they can handle it and have the talent; they will go far, just like in life. So, when I find the time, I go back and read why I started this trip in the first place, "Baseball Buddha is my path to happiness, to enlightenment through Baseball and the love of Baseball". I think I am learning more than I ever expected!

Originally Published April 24th, 2014

When I show up at a baseball game, I am usually carrying my "man bag" and my laptop.  I get asked a lot if I am a scout, even at the minor league games, but almost every high school and college game.  On the days that I just want to watch the game, not really wanting to talk with anyone, I will play along - neither acknowledging, or denying, that I am.  I have talked with and observed a lot of scouts on this trip, I can spot them instantly. Recognizing them really isn't that hard, so I can see why people assume that I am one.  Last night was one of those nights I wanted to watch the game. I thought the game was at Johns Creek High School, I showed up and a game was being played but it was a ninth grade game. I went to the concession stand and inquired where the varsity game was being played. The attendant told me the game was at Lambert High School about eight miles away.  I talked with some very nice "moms" that inquired if I was a scout. I told them "kinda", then explained what I was doing.  I was very impressed with Johns Creek sports facilities, hands down the top of my "the nicest I have seen" list!  The "moms" explained how to get to Lambert letting me know it would take about 20 to 25 minutes to get there because of traffic.

I drove through one of the nicest suburbs that I have seen where larger homes and mini-mansions were the norm. These were nice well-crafted homes, not the Mc Mansions, you see in a lot of newer subdivisions. I arrived at Lambert High School to a packed parking lot; therefore, I had to park on the grass. I grabbed my gear and started walking down to the baseball field. I was blown away at the amount of people who were at the game. The stands were filled along with people standing everywhere, even standing on top of the football field bleachers last row. This was a big rivalry game and since Lambert is rated #2 in the nation, I think it brought even more people out.  I instantly felt people looking at me. I was scanning the crowd for scouts, I couldn't spot any.  I tried to find a place down the right field line but the sun was in my eyes. I walked back through the crowd going down the left field line, bad angle.  As I was walking through the crowd, I heard the whispers, "What does his hat say". "He looks familiar".  "He is from Wisconsin".  (I was wearing a Badger Baseball Shirt.  By the way, Wisconsin doesn't have baseball.) "I wonder who he is here to see", etc.  I hear those whispers all the time, to be honest, I enjoy it.  On this night I went with it, I didn't feel like talking, as the game progressed I spotted a player that I wanted to watch

Watching a lot of baseball, I have learned just how to spot the "stand out" players. I am not saying it is hard to do, most people are able to spot the good ones. What I'm talking about are the players that have that little extra. My favorite position to watch is catcher. There is something about that position that I love. It takes a special person to play and perform at a high level while catching. The catcher is the coach on the field, knows all the situations while making snap decisions. He's the mediator between mound and plate with occasionally conferencing with a pitcher to calm down or to fire up. As a catcher, a player needs to have some "grit". When they say, "There is no crying in baseball", a catcher defines this statement. Besides all the mental and emotional skills required for the position, a player needs to have impressive physical skills which include quick feet, instinctive reflexes and strong arm strength.

I was watching the catcher from Johns Creek last night. He was a big kid, my guess 6'2' (or taller), 210 pounds. What I noticed instantly was his "grit".  He had no problems throwing the ball to second to keep a runner close. When I say throw to second to keep a runner close, I mean the runner was already there, not stealing from first.  The kid had quick feet, a keen sense as he naturally framed pitches. His throws to second between innings were always on the bag and they seemed so effortless.  I didn't have a stop watch to record his pop time (meaning the elapsed time from the “pop”, or the sound of the catcher’s mitt, when he receives the pitch until the “pop” of the infielder’s glove when he receives the throw down at second base). The catcher's throws back to the pitcher were hard, crisp and to the glove. This kid impressed me with his natural gifts. I was taking notes and watching him closely during the game. You know how you can feel 'someone' looking at you, well his teammates noticed me pointing me out to the catcher. Some of the dads started standing by me. This has happened before when I have pulled out my notebook. I looked around noticing lots of people looking at me. A very weird feeling.

The scouts I have talked with so far on my trip have all told me that it is what is "between the ears" that counts most. If I were to sit down and talk to this kid, I would point out a few points to consider. First, I would let him know he seemed a tad too emotional with the umpire's strike zone compared to what he thought the strike zone was. As a catcher you need to remain calm, don't let the umpire get the best of him. He might have backed up first base when there was routine ground balls to the infield. However, I didn't notice if he did that or not. But to move up that kind of hustle is always appreciated.  I would tell him to be a gracious loser. He seemed frustrated when Lambert took charge of the game with a big lead. I understand losing "sucks", but it is part of the game.  I would explain, that kneeling on your knee looking upset when a teammate 'boots" a ball. This gives the wrong message to the rest of the team and the player who "boots" a ball. I would advise him to be the coach and leader that you are. My very last piece advice is to have a "short memory". If you commit an error or lose a game, put it behind you quickly!  Overall this kid has a lot more upside ticks, than downside.  He might be a top prospect already, but I never checked. The player I love to watch the most in the Major Leagues is Yadier Molina of the St Louis Cardinals. He personifies all of the above. When he is playing, he is in charge and I love that about him. I don't necessarily like the team he plays for since they own the Brewers and the Dodgers when it counts.

I have picked up a lot of pointers from watching and talking about the game. I understand hitting a lot more. I'm beginning to spot the good technical hitters, but I still have a long way to go. As far as good pitching, I am lost! I might go out and get a cheap stop watch, to record pop times.  I enjoy these aspects of the game. It's like "keeping book".  This helps me hyper focus and just another outlet when at a game!  Lambert beat Johns Creek, 9-3. As I was leaving one of the player's father came up and asked which player I was here to see? I nonchalantly said, "a kid from Johns Creek". I didn't feel like explaining and I figured if scouts haven't shown up to watch these kids on these two teams, they aren't very good scouts. Plus, I gave the fans something to talk about.

Originally Published April 7th, 2014

Well, I am up and at a coffee shop in Santa Cruz (love this place, must be my liberal leanings). Seems that this chest and head cold has gotten worse, my throat is getting sore!  Anyway, I thought I slept pretty good. I got a call from my mom to check in on me, that is always comforting, even at my age!  Thanks Mom!  I have been busy the last couple of days. I went to my first minor league AAA game between the Las Vegas 51s against the Fresno Grizzlies on Saturday night. The game was very exciting, but I have to admit that I was distracted for most of it since the Wisconsin Badgers were playing and I kept checking my phone. I wasn't the only one, there were quite of few of us giving each other thumbs up as the game was going on. My heart sank when I heard a "you got to be kidding", I turned and a guy three rows behind gave me a thumbs down and said, "Kentucky nailed a 3-pointer". Well, once that distraction was out of the way, I focused on the game at hand. Las Vegas was up 6-1 going into the top of the 9th inning.  Fresno scored 7 times with two outs and went on to win the game 8-6. Click here for the complete story.

I drove all over Vegas to find a place to stay for the night. I just didn't feel comfortable in that town, there is something that made me hurt. A friend told me that they under report how hot it is by 10 degrees and rarely report the suicide rate. Maybe it is that, or my morality is challenged. I saw so many homeless and what seemed like a lot of spiritually bankrupt individuals. This was my second trip to Vegas, and I felt this way both times. I am a very open-minded person.  I talked to some ladies in line before the game about other places close by and they suggested I check out Henderson which was right down the road.  I figured it was getting late and that I would just pull into a Walmart parking lot. The first one I stopped at had no campers in it, so I didn't feel comfortable. I went to a second one that was close by and found a camper and a van that was parked by each other. I went by those vehicles people were sitting outside the camper and van having beers.  So, I walked up and started talking to them. I still feel very uncomfortable sleeping in the parking lots. I have a great set up to do this in my car but it just feels odd!

Brendan or Brandon, I wasn't sure exactly what he said his name was so I will dub him "Brendan". He was in the van. It was a 1981 extended job, and for the past couple of months he said he had been living in it. He smiled broadly when I walked up. A German couple was in the rented RV, they are in the States for the next four weeks to tour around the US. They started in San Francisco and have only made it to Vegas so far. I was surprised that they were sitting around drinking, I didn't think you could do that.  Brendan gave me the low down on sleeping in Walmart parking lots. He kept yelling into his van to have his girlfriend of four years to come out. There was no response after doing this five times. He had perfect teeth, so white I thought they were fake. After I began feeling comfortable with these people I parked next to them and set my car up. I have things that fit in all on my windows to block out the light and I have pillows that work like a bed when I ease the passenger seat all the way back. Actually, it is quite comfortable when you are exhausted!  As I was setting Brendan came over to see my set up and to inquire if I had any "pot", I didn't. He said, "I had to give it a shot".

The German couple were very nice, but I could barely understand them, and they could barely understand me. They offered me a beer, I declined. Brendan didn't, along with asking for another German cigarette from the lady, she obliged.  The German lady came out with chocolate, I declined this also (I don't know these people and they could poison me, my exact thought). Of course, Brendan didn't. A dog whimpered in the van and he let it out.  It was a pit bull; I admit it scared me a lot!  Brendan said it is a scary dog and to be careful around it. I told him he was freaking me out!  Brendan said he was in prison for grand larceny a few years ago. I told him he was really putting me at ease, the German couple - they were oblivious to this conversation.  Brendan, had a great laugh, but the dog was scary, the German lady was feeding it chocolate...

Brendan said he sold a $300,000 house he owned that had mold issues for $10,000 to buy the van. I think Brendan was high, he explained he wasn't when I stated this. He said that the cops were watching him and if he gets caught, he was facing a two year stint at High Desert. I reminded him he asked if I had pot earlier. He told me he had been clean for over two weeks. I said, "what about the beer". Brendan said, "the judge didn't say anything about beer."  He put the dog back in the van and yelled for his girlfriend to come out again, she didn't.  Brendan told me he was in tight with the Mexican Mafia, I found that interesting. He showed me his tattoo that one of them did for him, it was on his entire back. He went on to say stuff about the Asian mob, also.  According to Brendan, he also had a Ferrari and a beach home in Malibu. His dad was a dentist. His girlfriend, that was sleeping in the van, was a stone-cold knock out. She doesn't know if she will stick around since they really have never been clean around each other. Besides, her mother was following them, and she was in another parking lot spying on us.  The German couple would just laugh when Brendan would yell into the van. I told Brendan that I don't feel very safe, he said not to worry. He was a music producer and was waiting for a few of his rap artists to get out of jail to get back at it.  Well, I was getting tired, and I was a little nervous at how unstable Brandon/Brendan seemed. The German lady was making tea and offered, I declined (she can quit trying to poison me) but Brendan wanted some. He grabbed some cotton candy out of his van and offered it to everyone. I declined saying it was time for bed.  Walmart security came around a few times and waved.

I woke up early the next day, a Walmart security guard was parked in front of my car. I asked if I wasn't supposed to be here. The officer said it was fine, but people shouldn't party in the lot. I thanked him for the information. Brendan and the German couple were still sleeping.  I wasn't going to wait around for Brendan to make eggs like he promised. I needed to get to Bakersfield to watch the Blaze and the Modesto Nuts play.  I was glad to get away from Vegas. I hope Brendan gets his life together once the rap artists get out of jail. He was actually a joy to talk with and he laughed easily.  I got to Bakersfield in time to watch the Blaze destroy the Nuts 10-2. I got my first foul ball after 57 games, I was happy. I actually had to go under the bleachers to get it and got two during the game. I gave one to a kid, he thanked me but wanted more from the players. I was upset with the kid wanting to ask for my ball back and tell him to be grateful. What do I know, he was only 12.  I left Bakersfield and made it to Santa Cruz last night. About an hour ago I got a $38 parking ticket while writing this blog post! 

Originally Published September 9th, 2014

"Don't tell me how to run my business" the guy said after I waved him off when he told me the price of the ticket.  He wanted $30 for a $34 ticket.  "I can buy a ticket for $24 at the ticket window" I retorted and started walking away, I apparently insulted him with my offer of $20.  "No, you can't, cheapest is $32" he said defiantly, the guy was starting to get under my skin.  He was showing everyone around how much of an idiot I was, "you are a jerk" I said scornfully as I walked across the street, I was feeling goofy about the amount of attention that was draw to him and me.  His aggressive sales approach was one I hadn't come across on this trip, "I will take the $20 for the ticket" he yelled when I reached the other side of the street, I turned and looked at him in disbelief and just yelled back "you are one arrogant asshole, I will spend the extra $4", I didn't like how I reacted to this guy, people were staring.

"I am sorry that you had to hear that" I said to the couple that was walking beside me, "I hate scalpers" the lady said, "I don't mind them" I told her, "They serve a function, that guy was just being a jerk". She didn't know what to say, I felt uncomfortable, I decided to cross to the opposite side of street where there was another scalper, I asked him for his cheapest ticket, he said $30 for a $34, just like the other guy, I said I will give him $20, he said no, I said okay and started walking away, he immediately said $25, I kept walking he yelled $20.  I didn't like these guys in Tampa, to aggressive and arrogant.  I knew there was $24 tickets at the window as did they, scalpers check and they hustle.  As I crossed yet another street, I saw a ticket laying on the ground in front of two guys, I picked it up and asked if it was theirs, they said it wasn't.  It was for the game and a prime location, $79 face value.  I was laughing, my Karma was good.  One of the guys reminded me to "pay it forward", I assured him I would.

I have learned to deal with scalpers the last couple of years.  I have never bought a fake ticket and have only felt cheated once.  Most scalpers are really "humping" before a game, buying tickets low and selling them at face value if they can.  I actually like negotiating with them, these guys know their market and the type of fan they are dealing with, most fans go to only a few games a year so scalpers will always go above or at face value initially with people, most people will buy slightly below face value, they feel they got a deal, and everyone is happy.  If a scalper has good tickets for a premium game, he knows what they are worth, and he will usually only sell it at that price.  I paid $45 to scalper at Target Field for a Brewers-Twins game, it was face value, he had paid $20 to a fan 20 minutes before, he was nice but said he will get $45, since it was a decent seat and a premium game.  He told me to come back if I couldn't find one for less.  I tried and failed.

I also know that a lot of scalpers lie, like the guy above.  While in Boston I was walking up to the ticket window and a guy was trying to sell me a ticket for $30, I said I will buy it if I can't get a cheaper one at the window, he said he would wait for me since he knew I couldn't, I said we have a deal then.  He didn't think I would wait in line and check, he lied, I bought one for $20, he didn't wait around for me.  Another time in Baltimore, there was a day-night doubleheader, I went to the first game and decided to go to the second game if I could buy a ticket from a scalper for $10 or if I could get a free one.  When the first scalper approached me, I asked for his cheapest ticket, he said $24, I asked him what he had for $10, he waved me off and laughed.  I walked away, he called me back, he said I have this one you can have for $20, I told I am only willing to pay $10, he laughed again and wished me luck.  I knew my chances were slim.  I would wait around until right before game time, if I couldn't get one, I would leave.  The scalper and his buddy walked by me a couple of times and smiled, they asked if I have found that $10 ticket yet, I told them it wasn't looking good, they felt satisfied.

About 5 minutes later and right before game time, I heard a police officer ask a guy if he needed a ticket, she had one, he didn't need one, I walked over and said I needed one, she gave it to me.  It was a premium seat 7 rows off the field, I thanked her, looked for my scalper friends, they weren't around, wanted to smile at them, they would have appreciated the irony.  I went to my seat, thanked the three men that gave the cop the ticket, they told me they were given the tickets also and didn't want to waste the 4th.  It was a Yankee game and Derek Jeter was playing!  I smiled at my good fortune!

Scalpers are businesspeople, they need to make money, I understand that some are jerks, but for the most part I have enjoyed the interaction I have had with them.  A lot of people don't like the negotiation, I happen to enjoy it.  I had a scalper in Omaha apologize to me for being "short" with me during a transaction, I didn't need a ticket but wanted to find out what tickets were going for on the "street", I told him what I was doing after, we shook hands, I understand why he was frustrated with me.

Getting to the end of the journey, want to mention that I accomplished another goal last night.  I went to a game in Miami, it was the final stadium I needed to attend to  hit all 30 MLB parks, along with a game in the 48 states, I am feeling accomplished.  I don't know what it all means but it feels good.

Originally Posted on April 13, 2014

Well, I need to get this post written!  I just got to my room at a Motel 6 in Santa Fe.  I was supposed to go to a game in Colorado Springs today, but it was postponed because of snow. Anyway, more about that tomorrow! Yesterday I went to a game in Grand Junction, Colorado, between Colorado Mesa University and Metro State (Denver). I was determined to get back to some good stories and people! When I found the stadium near the campus, I thought it was going to be really nice, since the Colorado Rockies rookie team plays here. I parked my car, went to purchase my ticket and was a bit shocked at the price of admission, $10. This was NCAA Division 2 so I figured $5 tops, plus they charged $2 for a program.  I went into the stadium; the set-up was very odd. The press box and announcer’s booth is on the first base side, like in a football stadium, I didn’t like the feel or the layout.

I found a seat on the top row below the press box and chatted a little bit with an older gentleman as the game started. I wanted to get a feel for him, he was nice enough, but I wasn’t “feeling it” to profile him. Before or after the national anthem (I don’t remember) the PA announcer talked about sportsmanship and rules of conduct, I found that odd. I don’t recall that being said at any games before; if so, it never stood out but for whatever reason this time it did.  During the first inning I heard some guys throwing out stats to the Metro State players and really getting on them when they came to bat. Sitting there listening, I thought to myself, security was going to have a talk with these guys. Sure enough, 5 minutes later a “rent a cop” was talking to them. When the cop was walking away, a Colorado Mesa player hit a line shot to the Metro State second baseman who missed played it. One of the guys that just received a warning, got up and started clapping and yelling to the Metro State player, “It’s alright, you tried your best, we are all winners”. He continued to yell, “You will get it next time, don’t get down on yourself”. I was laughing at this, the kid was toying with the “rent a cop”, I found my story!

I approached the guy that made me laugh, his name was Josh Adams and found out he was a senior from Hawaii. I asked if I could sit with him and his crew, he said, “sure”. I told him that he was very entertaining and relentless. He laughed and said that is what “The Pit” was all about. He explained that “The Pit” was a group or students (14-20) that came out to support the baseball team. Colorado Mesa has a very good baseball team, so it is easy to cheer for. Josh told me “The Pit” is the 10th guy on the field during home games. I laughed pretty hard quite a few times at some of their shenanigans (I am glad I could finally use that word). When a player on Metro State would strike out, all of them would stand up and chant “K” repeatedly while beating a drum until the player got into the dugout.  When a player would watch a called strike, someone would yell “can I help you” and the rest added, “no just looking”.

These guys always sit between home plate and the visitors’ dugout. The entire stadium can hear them, and it has to be hard on the opposing team. One thing I noticed is that they rarely get on the umpires, and they don’t swear. Josh said, “The umpires are just doing their jobs and you have to expect that they will make an occasional mistake.”  He also said, “If they did curse it won’t be good, like the day before there was a bunch of kids sitting with them.” What I liked about this group was that they all seemed to be very good nature college kids. If a Metro State player made a nice play, they made sure to acknowledge that. Josh said, “We love baseball and if a player shows us up, we respect that” and he loves the “gamesmanship”.  He told me, at one of the games a mother of a pitcher on the opposing team came over to “The Pit” and she told them “That’s my baby and you’re going to hurt his feelings”. Josh said, “We were on him relentlessly, but the kid pitched a ‘gem’ of a game losing to Colorado Mesa 1-0.” He had “mad” respect for him – or as he said, “that guy was dirty”! The mom videotaped “The Pit”. She was actually having fun and heckling them right back. They loved it. At the end of the game “The Pit” had to tip their cap to her and her son.

It isn’t always so pleasant. Another “Pit” member, Kaleo Nakano, said that players have “flipped them off”. One game, against a Christian College, the coach wanted to fight him in the parking lot. “The Pit” has caused some controversy with opposing teams complaining about the drum as an artificial noise maker, wanting a ruling from the NCAA regarding its use. Also, the Athletic Director has asked them to “turn it down” once Colorado Mesa gets an eight-run lead, they abide by that. On this particular day only seven guys were in attendance. I was told that one of their biggest personalities, Eli, wasn’t there because he had the worst hangover of his life. Josh said, “It goes without saying that we like to indulge on the weekends and things can get a little out of control, this is college, ya know”.  I loved their enthusiasm which reminded me of the Texas A&M student section. However, I am giving the nod to Colorado Mesa’s “The Pit”. They were better with some of the best one-liners!

I talked with Mike Thrill, a pitcher for Metro State, about “The Pit”. He said, “It is hard to tune them out and they can get very annoying since they really do their research on the opposing players.” Mike explained that he tries to use it as motivation so he can show them up or shut them up. I can appreciate that sentiment, Mike, but I think that is exactly what they want which is to affect the game somehow.  As far as doing their research, the pitcher in the second game of the doubleheader for Metro State worked for a car lot. That bit of info was used against him. “The Pit” would yell, “I need my car parked or I need you to get my car”, something to that effect. The coach for Colorado Mesa loves “The Pit” and gave them all team ball caps. I can see why some fans of the opposing team would get upset with them, but I think the best thing to do is indulge them; give it right back to them. They really made the game very entertaining.

Well, it’s cutoff time, but want to say, “That doubleheader was a lot of fun.” If I ever write a book, I will work in more of the “shenanigans” of “The Pit”!  Keep at it boys, I had a good laugh. In observation, other fans enjoyed it too seeing how many came up to you guys after the game!

I don't remember much about the game in Charleston, SC, but I vividly recall the family I spoke with while watching it. Gary had some great stories, and his daughter Stacey knew my sister, Debbie, Stacey lived in Ashland for 20 years. I was excited to attend the game, hoping to see Bill Murray, the team's owner, who often showed up.

Originally Posted on April 30, 2014

“Getting off the bus at the baseball games, the smells were so wonderful”, Kay said with a big smile as she and her husband, Gary, were explaining about the bus trips. Gary used to do bus trips with groups of senior citizens to the different venues around the Midwest before they retired to South Carolina.  “The tailgating with the grills, the brats, hamburgers, and everything had such a wonderful aroma”. Kay continued her train of thought, “I love that about baseball and summertime, along with the excitement of the game”. I was right with her in my mind.  

Baseball games were a very small portion of the business, but by the look in in Gary’s eye, it was his favorite by far.  He was explaining to me about a trip to Iowa to see the Field of Dreams movie set (I haven’t been there yet). The Public Address Announcer and the music was way to loud at the Charleston River Dogs game for me to hear the entire story. But what I understood was the senior citizens, which were mostly women on this trip, wanted to make sure that they stopped even though on this day it was very windy and overcast. As Gary explained the story, it was quite chaotic with the elderly women being blown all over the place, walking into the cornfield and getting lost. Their hair strewn in every direction. He chuckled saying, “they loved it”. He told me he was surprised that they wanted to be sure they made the stop.  Just goes to show how important this game is to everyone.!  I love that I am getting to hear all these stories on this trip, and the most amazing part I will share in just a bit.

While I was at the Charleston River Dogs game against the Augusta Green Jackets, I was interviewed by the local NBC sports reporter, Brendon Clark.  I met Brendon earlier that day at the stadium to shoot the interview. I felt important in a “this is my 15 minutes of fame” kind of way.  After the interview, Brendon took me on the field where the players were stretching out (I grabbed a ball) and he spoke with the grounds crew. All knew Brendon, he has been voted best local sports reporter every year since 2005.  Everyone was responsive to his great gregarious personality.  We walked into the River Dogs office where we spoke to the General Manger Dave Echols who gave me a ticket for the game (it was a great seat). One of the owners is Bill Murray.  He lives in the Charleston area year-round and usually attends games regularly.  For whatever reason, he wasn’t there, so I was able to talk with Mike Veeck.  For all baseball fans the last name Veeck should ring a bell!  His father was Bill Veeck, who owned; or, was a partner of the following franchises:  Minor league Milwaukee Brewers. Major league teams Philadelphia Phillies, Cleveland Indians, St. Louis Browns, and Chicago White Sox.  As Owner and Team President of the Indians in 1947, Veeck signed Larry Doby and thus successfully integrated the American League. Veeck was the last owner to purchase a baseball franchise without an independent fortune and is responsible for many innovations and contributions to baseball.  Mike has been involved with baseball his entire life and has a large personality, click here to read more about Mike.

It was exciting to meet Mike and he shared a story about a time the White Sox were in Milwaukee. After they played a game at County Stadium some of the players were detained by Milwaukee County’s finest for getting a little out of control after the game while celebrating. Mike had to drive up from Chicago to get them out of the “clink”.  He told me that the 1957 Milwaukee Braves was his favorite team of all time. He rang off the starting line-up like it was yesterday (Dad, he remembered everyone, he might challenge you in that regard).  I will post my interview with Brendon when it is available.  After the interview, meeting Mike and Dave, I was very tired. There was a four hour window before the game, so I went and took a nap in the parking lot!

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When I got to my seat at the game I noticed a family of four sitting behind me. Remember the bus driver, Gary?  He’s the ‘dad’ and wearing a Chicago Cubs hat.  I looked at him and asked inquisitively, “the Cubs?” His daughter Stacey said with a chuckle, “Don’t get him started”.  I was told that they were from Indiana. Stacy and her sister, Robin, had taken a quick trip to visit their dad and mom, Gary and Kay.  As I inquired further, Stacy told me she was from Land O’ Lakes, Wisconsin.  I said, “really” excited that “my hometown is Ashland, Wisconsin.” “No way!”, she said.  Stacy lived in Ashland for 20 years. I asked her if she knew my sister Deb Yachinich.  “Yes”, she did! We talked about all things Ashland! Go Oredockers! I found out it is a “small world” and thoroughly enjoyed my time with Stacy and her family. Not only the Wisconsin link, but they were big baseball fans, too! Robin lives in San Francisco, currently, but is a huge Boston Red Sox fan.  When I run into Red Sox fans the first thing they usually ask is, “Have you been to Fenway?”  They all have this unmistakable gleam in their eye.  Robin had “the gleam”. Gary and Kay said that Wrigley was better. I haven’t been to Fenway yet; so, I had to agree with ‘dad and mom’.

Since Gary and Kay worked jobs that were basically seven days a week, they never got to take regular family vacations with the kids. But Stacy told me her mom and dad always took them to see the Chicago Cubs and Cincinnati Reds games every year.  The proximity to Kendallville, Indiana was about the same.  Stacy is a Milwaukee Brewers fan now. However, when she was younger, she was a huge fan of the “Big Red Machine” and recalling all the games, brought a huge smile to her face. Occasionally they would go to games in Cleveland and Detroit, but it was pointed out that most of the family are National League fans! Robin and her husband were given the a book about the “joys of score keeping” from Stacy. The two of them have been trying to learn how to keep “book”.  Robin said, “I have my way and my husband has his way.”  She told me she makes an attempt, but hasn’t gotten past the sixth inning, yet. Even though, she says, “I will master it.”  I think, from our conversation, she tried to at an Oakland A’s game. Since she lives in the San Francisco she sees the Giants play; and, she travels the Oakland Bay Bridge into Oakland when her beloved Red Sox are in town.

I wish I had more time to spend on this family. I loved the fact that I ran into someone from Ashland, to share some of the hometown gossip with (all good, polar plunge stuff), which she could relate to!  I want to thank the Charleston River Dogs for treating me so well, also. Thank you for the great seat!

Reporting from the College World Series press box was a game-changer. It was my first taste of the press life, and thanks to my buddy Roger Wilson’s efforts, it opened doors to press passes everywhere I went. It was the beginning of a memorable journey, blending my passion for baseball with the thrill of being a baseball writer. I say that half-heartedly since the Baseball in America Tour was about the fan experience for me.

Part One Originally Posted on June 21, 2014

Sitting in the Press Box, hanging out with all the reporters and seeing how everything operates has been very interesting.  I was given a Day Pass for the June 20th games.  I was excited to have it but I was very conscious of the fact that it was only for the one day.  I constantly wanted to cover it up when I was around all the other reporters.  I desired one that had my picture on it and said “Media”.  However, each individual that was issued a credential is given access to any NCAA championship game or related events.  I was able to go onto the field, press conferences, interviews, or any other activity associated with the games played on June 20th.

When I went to pick up the credential at the convention center, I was hoping that they still had it for me. I had never gotten one at such a big event. The Snowbird Baseball Classic gave me one at the beginning of the season, as did Southern Miss University, but that was it thus far. I am happy to say that others have now offered.  I was the only one picking up and a young woman asked when I walked in the room if I was the Baseball Buddha. Confirming I was, she handed me the credential. I asked if she followed my blog, she looked confused and pointed to my hat. I laughed at my presumption…

The Press Box is like a huge lounge where there are three rows of very long desks.  Each row has room for 30 to 35 people. Reporters can set up their laptops, plug in and start writing.  Initially, I was extremely aware at how out of place and new I was to this experience.  I didn’t know what the rules were and where I should sit.  I wasn’t assigned a seat since I was a Day Pass holder and had to find an open seat. I was told by J.D. Hamilton, the Assistant Director, I could take one that was at the end of the first row closest to home plate, adding – “There is no cheering in the Press Box.”  I thought it was the best seat but I soon realized that it was not. I could see the entire playing field but didn’t have a view of the entire stadium.  I also realized that there were TV’s above me that guys in the back rows could view and check out replays. I had to push my chair back and bend my head all the way back to view the one closest to me.

I kept waiting for J.D. to come over to me to say that he made a mistake and that I couldn’t be in here.  I set my computer up plugged everything in and headed for the main entrance of stadium. I had to meet Adam and Anthony from Austin to do a follow-up interview about my journey.  I was looking forward to seeing them both. Their station was the first to do an interview about the Baseball Buddha journey.  I was walking to the elevator keeping my head down and pretending to look at my phone. I was nervous for some reason.  I had that feeling you have as a kid when you did something wrong, and your parents were about to find out.  I couldn’t shake it!   Security checked my credential and let me through. I meet Adam and Anthony in front of the stadium.  Anthony suggested we do the interview down on the field since I was credentialed.

We walked up the steps into the stadium. I was carrying a clip board and pen. This was totally for effect; I had no intention of using it when I brought it along. I just wanted to make sure that people understood I was a serious journalist! (Do journalists use pen and paper anymore?)  Adam and Anthony walked past the ushers. I, of course, thought we would be stopped so I pretended to write something on my pad of paper.  We walked down on the field through the dugout. My senses were on HIGH alert. I seriously thought everyone knew I didn’t belong there but wasn’t saying anything.  Anthony set up his camera on the field as Vanderbilt was taking batting practice. Adam was positioning me where he wanted me. By now some people were looking and wondering who I was.  My thought pattern quickly switched to how I could get one of those baseballs Vandy was using, then quickly back to how old I was, then focused on Adam and the questions he was asking me.

After the interview was over, Adam and Anthony had to do some other things. I decided to stand on the field and watch batting practice. Of course, admittedly, I was a little bit in awe of everything that was going on.  I was impressed with everything. TD Ameritrade Park is only three years old. What I like most was there wasn’t sponsorship ads everywhere. Yes, TD Ameritrade was prominent on the sign but that was it. This place was about the College World Series and that was it!  (My thoughts on all that will have to be another time.)  After I scribbled a few fake notes on my pad a paper, I walked through the dugout and up the ramp which led to an area where some Vandy players were taking additional batting practice. The room had batting cages, along with the bathroom. The ramp ended on the concourse, an area utilized by all the personnel that work the games, along with the locker rooms and Press Conference area.

I went back up to the Press Box and got ready for the game. I was really excited and I was trying to calm my brain down a little bit.  Since I wanted to blog about the experience I didn’t know what to do when the game started. So, I decided to “Geek the Game” (kept score).  That helps me focus and remember everything. I figured I would see what the “real” reporters did once the game started.  One of the things I really liked was the microphones that were down on the field that were piped into the Press Box. You could hear the catcher, batter and the home plate umpire make his calls.  I have to say that a few of the players like to swear a little bit!  My mind started to calm down a little as the game progressed. I interacted with a few of the reporters. I am sure some wondered why I was keeping book since they provide all that information to you at the end of the game.  I noticed that a lot of reporters were looking a lot of stuff up on the internet and discussing different aspects of the game. Most were trying to figure out their spin, what was important and what wasn’t.

There is a lounge area behind the rows of seats that have snacks and drinks you can get while the game was going on. I, of course, snacked throughout the game. I tried to be discreet about it; however, I was very hungry since I didn’t eat very much before I got to the game.  About the fifth inning I got a text from a local TV reporter who wanted to interview me. She asked if we could do it between games. I was feeling important since this would be my second interview of the day.  I went to the post game press conference to see what that was like. I felt overwhelmed and wanted to ask a question of the players; but, I was too nervous and I decided not to.  I excused my behavior as first time jitters.  I then met the local reporter and the cameraman. We shot the interview down by the field, which was old hat now and I was confident we could be down there.

I returned to the lounge area after the interview. Dinner was being served and, of course, I ate again.  Adam and Anthony invited me to sit down with them. The group of people they were seated with were sports anchors for different stations around the country. Adam had me tell them my story. Thanks to Adam, again I was feeling like I belonged.

I have a lot more to add regarding the rain delay and the game being suspended for the night, which turned out to be in my favor! Check back tomorrow to finish reading my experience at the College World Series!

Part Two Originally Posted on June 22, 2014

Andy Kendeigh, Sports Director from KETV in Omaha and formerly of WISN in Milwaukee, was sitting at the table. I was telling him about the story that Trey Daerr did on me that was airing that night.  He told me that FOX 6 Sports Reporter Tim Van Vooren was in town at a baseball tournament his son was playing in. He was going to try and catch up with him if he could. I felt like I was now “in the know” with a few local celebrities. Seriously though, I found all of this exciting. The reporters I have dealt with since this trip started have been wonderful. They may realize that they are local celebrities but almost all have been very respectful and have treated me very well.

What I have realized is they all are under constant pressure and deadlines to get things done.  As I learned out in North Dakota there aren’t many sports jobs but many people competing for position. Therefore, you have to bring your “A” game with you each and every day, or the business will eat you up.  This is called the “churn”, new prospects coming in every day. Just like in baseball, some can handle the pressure, and some can’t.  The guys I have met like Adam and Andy have these great personalities that invite you to feel good about what you are doing. You can count on them to put you in a good light as they are constantly perfecting their craft.

Also, I admire the print media guys that I have met like Chris and Troy. These are the type of guys that have to come up with new and interesting material to build a story that will keep people reading their work.  Since I have been writing every day for the last four months, I can tell you that it is very hard to do day in and day out.  As I sat and “Geeked” the second game, I made sure to look around to see what all the reporters were doing specifically.  Most, if not all, would make a note on particular plays during the game. Some would comment that “this is a big moment” (when the bases are loaded at any point in a game with no outs, it is safe to say that someone will say that in the press box). But what blew me away was the research the guys were doing. Lots were on social media following something, others would “rifle” through three or four websites making a quick note.

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I overheard some radio guys, doing research for upcoming games, talk about the politics of the game, who was working for whom, who was under contract, etc.  I guess I assumed that it was more glamorous than it actually is. Everyone is under pressure to perform. It truly is a “what have you done for me lately” profession.  I don’t know if I would like that. I was enjoying my time in the Press Box and I have come up with a plethora of stories that I want to cover at some point in this journey. Things that the average fan I think would want to know, things that I want to know.

The second game between Ole Miss and Virginia went into a weather delay. I can say that I didn’t mind in the least bit. However, the regular sports reporters were not happy about it. I was getting a chance of a lifetime, and if I had to hang out in the Press Box Lounge rubbing elbows with other reporters, so be it (you like how I said “other” reporters).  Plus, the guys who were calling the game for ESPN were less than ten feet and a wall away from me.  I rode an elevator with ESPN’s Karl Ravech. I wanted to take a picture but thought better of it. I just looked down at my phone again and tried to cover up my Day Pass.  As I was looking out the window and seeing how dark the clouds were, Jessica Mendoza came out of the ESPN room standing next to me, looking out the window and talking on the phone. I quickly snapped a picture of her but I wasn’t going to get a “selfie” with her, I knew better than that.

You learn that there is a lot of politics in sports, and you find out quickly who the power brokers are. Like any business it is about making a profit. You knew instantly who was in charge, what you can say and what you can do, intuitively. No one needed to tell me that there was no cheering, but it was nice to be reminded.  After about a two hour delay, it was decided to suspend the game until the next day, which turned out to be fortunate for me. I quickly tracked down the woman that gave me the credential and inquired if I could get one for the following day. She was very nice and issued one to me without question. I was so grateful.  I wanted to avoid J.D. since he might say, “Too bad the game got suspended but a day pass is a day pass, and I was only comfortable giving you one day!”

I showed up three hours before the first game on Sunday. There was maybe one or two people there before me, but I was excited to spend another day in the Press Box. I wasn’t going to waste the opportunity (I had to wait until noon the day before to get the Pass; otherwise, I would have been very early that day, also.)  I sat at the same seat and when the game started, I recognized the radio play-by-play guy who sat two seats away.  I don’t know why he was there, but he was taking notes and the guys next to him were filling him in on different things.  I think he will be calling the championship series for a different network.

The two teams that I wanted to win lost on this day, but it was a very exciting time!  I went to both the Press Conferences. I now understand the protocol and hopefully won’t be too nervous the next time I get an opportunity.  My only worry the entire second day was that I was going to be kicked out after the first game since it was just a continuation from the day before, but nobody said anything.  I could go on about any number of things that I learned & experienced. I hope I get to more of this as I travel onward. I think I bring a unique perspective and now that I have one major event under my belt, I know a bunch of stories I will cover the next time!

I had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Willie Smith, a dedicated and longtime baseball fan, at Historic Grayson Stadium in Savannah during my Baseball in America Tour at the end of April 2014. As we spoke, Willie fondly reminisced about his childhood days sitting along the third baseline when the area had bleachers for black patrons who came to see the Savannah Indians. He shared stories of how his father, a devoted baseball fan, would bring him to games, sparking a lifelong love for the sport.

Meeting Mr. Willie Smith was a highlight of my visit to Grayson Stadium and one of my favorite people during the BAT 2014. His stories and enthusiasm for the game were both enlightening and inspiring, making me appreciate the rich history and lasting impact of baseball in Savannah. Although I only spent an afternoon speaking with him, he is a person I think of often. He was still going to baseball games and enjoying Bananas games until his passing on May 1st, 2023, he is featured below in a fan spotlight.

Originally Posted on May 1, 2014

“I used to sit right down there when I was kid”, motioning up the third baseline, now a picnic area, but back in the day had bleachers for black patrons that came out to see the Savannah Indians. “My daddy used to drag me to the games and been hooked ever since”, Willie said. When Mr. Willie started coming to the games, it was simply “Grayson Stadium”. It was newly remodeled, and the south was segregated.

Now, it’s known as “Historic Grayson Stadium”. The stadium was built in 1926 and is the oldest working minor league ballpark in America with a capacity for 4,000 people. Originally known as Municipal Stadium, the park underwent major renovations in 1941 following a devastating hurricane in 1940. General William L. Grayson led the effort to get the $150,000 needed to rebuild the stadium. Half of the funds came from the Works Progress Administration (WPA). In recognition of Grayson’s work, the stadium was renamed in his honor.

Jackie Robinson integrated Major League Baseball when the Brooklyn Dodgers started him at first base on April 15, 1947.  Exactly six years later, the first South Atlantic League game with both Black and White players took place at Grayson Stadium on April 14, 1953.  The Indians were the first team to break the color line when Al “Izzy” Israel and Junior Reedy started on Opening Day in 1953.  Mr. Willie, who was there, remembers Junior Reedy saying at the time, “it brought more black folks to the stadium.” A month after Opening Day, 15,363 fans packed the house on Merchants Appreciation Night to set the largest single-game crowd in Savannah history.

“My daddy wouldn’t pay a dime to watch football, but would for baseball, he took to it” Willie smiled recalling his father. “He knew baseball very well. He read that paper, those statistics of all the players, used to listen to the games, too. I had no choice, he dragged me to the games”.   Willie motioned to the trees behind the outfield wall, “Those trees were not that big when I started coming here, not even half the size they are now”.  He chuckled, “I saw Hank Aaron hit a few balls into those”.

When the game started, we stood, and the National Anthem was sung. Willie stood and sang along. I appreciated the effort and he seemed to enjoy it.  As we sat back down someone came with food for Mr. Willie. “I’m treated well here. They don’t charge me for anything. When new Managers, Owners, Directors come to the Sand Gnats, they make sure to introduce themselves.”, Willie stated very unassumingly. “I can’t complain, and they invite me to some of the team events. It’s like I am a part of them”.  Mr. Willie Smith Jr., husband to Gloria and father to Michelle and “Willie Smith, III “. Willie “the third” played in the Major Leagues signed as a free agent by the Pirates in 1986.

Mr. Willie is well known at the stadium and in Savannah. He has come to watch all the Sand Gnats games and has come out to Historic Grayson Stadium for as long as he can remember. Currently 75 years old, he figures, “It has been at least 70 years or more.”  I noticed Mr. Willie when I found a seat behind home plate.  As I was waiting for the game to begin, I kept seeing people wave to someone behind me. This ‘person’ would yell out to them.  I saw some players motion his way, also, and one of the coaches.  I looked back and saw these elderly black gentleman, the mascot pointed, and I knew I found a story.  I approached him and explained what I was doing. He laughed and told me I could write about him.  Mr. Willie is used to this as he was interviewed by a local news station the night before. For him, this has been happening for years.

“It takes the wind out of the atmosphere of this place, when Willie isn’t here”, Jon Mercier, director of the Sand Gnats, explained to me. “He wasn’t feeling well the last couple of weeks, and everyone was asking, ‘Where’s Willie’?”

Mr. Willie told me once in a while he will go down into the dugout and talk to some of the players before the game. He likes to instruct them on how to hit the ball but doesn’t know if they take his advice.  He explained that he becomes disgruntled at times with the current manager, who makes him mad, with the way he manages the game. Willie likes small ball and doesn’t understand why the manager doesn’t bunt more.  At times the manager makes Willie look bad when his way works out.  I had to laugh when Willie was yelling for a player to bunt, and the batter followed his “advice”.  He beat out the throw to first by the pitcher. Willie kept saying, “you will beat out the throw big boy, just bunt!”  He turned to me and said, “They should listen to me more.” He laughed at what he said with his easy-going manner.

The game was flying along and during the seventh inning stretch, Willie stood up and sang “Take Me Out to the Ball Game” like he did with the National Anthem. There were no pretenses with Willie. What you saw is what you got.  “Willie comes alone to the games, but someone is always sitting and talking to him”, Jon Mercier stated while smiling.  At this game it was me, his friend George, and another gentleman who drives 20 miles to the stadium to attend the home games.

“My Daddy was a railroad man, did the route from Savannah to Atlanta. He grew up in Cairo, Georgia, same as Jackie”, Willie said without being prompted. His favorite MLB team growing up was the Brooklyn Dodgers because of Jackie Robinson. Before the South Atlantic League was integrated, “Jackie Robinson came through Savannah, but he wasn’t allowed to play even though he was with the Dodgers at the time.”, Willie shook his head at this. I inquired why he liked to come to the games so much if it was only white ball players. He looked at me kind of puzzled and said, “They played so well.  I love the game, but it is not like it was then. Back then they didn’t have so many errors.” I inquired again about the segregation aspect.  He said, “My daddy never paid attention to it, it wasn’t that bad. My daddy never lived long enough to see white folks and black folks sitting together, but he did get to see Babe Ruth play here”, he said with a smile. Mr. Willie wanted me to understand that there was segregation, but a lot of the times it wasn’t enforced as he got older.

Throughout the game Willie was very vocal. He would interrupt our conversation to yell encouragement to the players. “Settle down pitcher, settle down big boy”, or, “Put the wood on that ball.”  I loved it.  He yelled at a few women to sit down in front. They turned around and waved with big smiles knowing Mr. Willie was playing with them.  A few of the concession workers would walk through, wave and he would wave back explaining to me who they were.  He lives nearby, but now drives to the games instead taking the bus, or riding his bike, like he did when he was younger. In closing, Willie remarked, “I will be here as long as they have baseball in Savannah; or, as long as the Lord lets me. I love this game”. So do I Mr. Willie, so do I!

Again, as always, I wish I could do this story justice. Mr. Willie was very interesting, and he had so much more to say. I am very grateful he shared part of his life story with me.  It was great watching the Savannah Sand Gnats play the Delmarva Shorebirds in this truly “historic” stadium. A stadium rich with history and memories. Being able to sit, talk with and listen while watching the game with Mr. Willie, I was very happy!

Jerry was a kind and warm-hearted individual. During our few hours spent watching baseball, he told he wrote limericks (see below), we laughed and shared stories. Baseball was more than just a sport for Jerry; it was his bridge to the past, a constant in his life that brought him immense joy and a sense of continuity.

He is also my inspiration of changing my X account to just Baseball Limericks, yeah, I know fucking limericks, I find them fun and goofy, I need more of that so follow me on X, click on the X’s…

A limerick is a form of poetry, often humorous and sometimes nonsensical, consisting of five lines. The structure and rhythm of a limerick are distinctive, making it easy to recognize. Here’s a detailed explanation of its components and characteristics:

Lines and Rhyme Scheme:

• A limerick has five lines.

• The rhyme scheme is AABBA, meaning:

  • Lines 1, 2, and 5 rhyme with each other.

  • Lines 3 and 4 have a different rhyme and rhyme with each other.

Meter:

• Lines 1, 2, and 5 typically have three beats (anapestic trimeter).

• Lines 3 and 4 have two beats (anapestic dimeter).

The rhythm often follows a pattern of da-da-DUM, da-da-DUM, da-da-DUM (for lines 1, 2, and 5) and da-da-DUM, da-da-DUM (for lines 3 and 4).

Limericks are usually light-hearted, whimsical, and often absurd. They frequently include puns, wordplay, and other humorous elements. The subject matter can be varied, but it's often a brief, amusing story or a clever observation.

I often think of Jerry, wondering if he is still making that daily trip to watch the game he loves so much. Now, at 93, if he's still on the road, it wouldn't surprise me at all. His dedication to baseball was a beautiful example of how the sport can become an integral part of one's life, a source of joy, and a link to cherished memories.

Originally Posted on August 8, 2014

Last Saturday I drove to Klamath Falls, Oregon from Oakland, California.  It was beautiful driving through the mountainous regions; however, I ran into what I thought was a “controlled” burn area near Klamath.  I don’t watch too much of the news and didn’t realize that the state of Oregon was in a state of emergency.  There were forest fires everywhere, I drove through a few areas that were heavy with smoke and burning. The aroma, and/or, oder in the air smelled like a campfire.

I was to meet a local reporter, Steve Matties, at 4 p.m. at the Kiger Stadium for an interview.  When I arrived, the stadium was smoky, and ash was falling.  We met behind home plate, and we were joined by another reporter, Brett Sommers, a Wisconsin native who just returned from his honeymoon.  Go Badgers!  Brett grew up in Stevens Point and has been in Klamath Falls the last couple of years.  Steve is from Minnesota. Brett and I didn’t hold that against him, though, as we spoke.  The play-by-play announcer came by and said that they might not have the game because of the ash. I panicked a little since that would screw up my game streak. We quickly looked for an alternative and found one in Bend, Oregon.  The official score keeper walked by and Steve stopped him to discuss a play from the night before. He wanted his assistance in making sure that he got it correct.  I was impressed with Steve. He discussed the play like it just happened and told the guy how he would score it. The score keeper told Steve he would make sure that he would score it that way.

As Steve, Brett and I discussed the trip, I was on and all things baseball.  The fog-like smoke started to clear, and we were told that the game would be played. I was relieved. I didn’t want to drive to Bend since I was in love with Kiger Stadium. The structure was old and had personality, and well maintained. It has some history. In 1968, the Babe Ruth World Series was hosted there; and, in 1970, Kiger was host to the American Legion World Series.  Besides that, they had a mascot that was a bag of French Fries!  Let me explain, Klamath Falls’ nickname is the Gems – that should clear it up. I always associate French Fries and Gems!  Klamath Falls is named after a potato the grows well in the Oregon climate and is called a “gem”.  I was confused and thought they were named after a jewel.  Before the game started, Steve introduced me to Jerry Shea, who recited a limerick he wrote that he titled Remembering’s:

The 2014 season is coming to a close,

And this little ditty will finish my prose.

It’s been a season of fun,

Watching you play under the lights and under the sun.

And what next season brings-who knows?

Jerry has an entire book of these limericks!

I was impressed with Jerry. Steve told me that Jerry drove 105 miles to attend the Gems games. And Jerry confirmed that it was 105 miles from his driveway in California to the stadium parking lot.  I was shocked that he drrove such a long way to go to a game. He said, “I was impressed with the caliber of ball and the atmosphere in the stands.”  To say that Jerry has a passion for baseball is an understatement. He played organized softball and baseball in competitive leagues and on tournament teams for over 55 years, playing his last game when he was 67 years old.  I repeated inquisitively that he quit playing at 67 and he laughed heartily when he thought about it.

Jerry’s love for the game was ingrained in him at a young age. His father used to take him to games growing up in Los Angeles during late 1940’s and early 1950’s where he used to attend games at Wrigley Field (Yes. There was another Wrigley Field) at 42nd and Avalon streets was the Angels home field, when the Pacific Coast League only had eight teams.  The league comprised of the Los Angeles Angels, San Diego Padres, Sacramento Solons, Oakland Acorns, Seattle Rainiers, Portland Beavers, Hollywood Stars and San Francisco Seals.  I could see Jerry’s mind go to that time period. He told me he loves those memories, and I could tell his memory was sharp since he was spot-on with the team names for that period of time (I Googled it to check).   He reeled off a bunch of names of players he saw play. Of course, I wasn’t familiar with any of them; but, to him they were special.   He told me it cost $.15 cents for him and $.35 for his father to get into the games.

I inquired about the limericks. He said he has been writing them all his life.  He does one after almost all the games. He explained that he did the AABBA style that rhymes instead of the more commonly known style of 99669 which is syllables.  I let Jerry know, “That was lost on me.” He took the time to explain further.  I think I understand, but not really.  The Gems season was ending, and I was wondering what Jerry would do now and he told me that he keeps very busy.  He was in the Philippines when he was 75. He climbed Mount Pinatubo which is 7.5 miles from the base to the peak. “It was the hardest thing I have ever done”, he stated and chuckled,” that was eight years ago.”

Jerry says that he has experienced many things that a lot of people will never get a chance to do. He has tried out for Survivor numerous times and is very active in the Survivor chat forums.  He says he has met so many wonderful people through that show and listed a bunch of names he considers friends who are associated with Survivor. He credits all of this to being a reborn-again Christian.  When he was 59, he and his wife had a son. Unfortunately, she passed away when their son was only 18 months old and raised his son as a single parent. Also, he has two daughters that are in their late 40’s.  He said he is very proud of his children.

I asked Jerry what he did for a living. He said, “I have done a whole lot of crap”, while pondering it all with a smile.  “I am a jack of all trades, master of none!”  He laughs that hearty laugh again.  Jerry is active in politics, and it is very important to him. He has held many public offices, and he does currently. As we finish talking, he tells me about last summer when he had cataract surgery. He said he stayed with Bonnie Wallace; she hosts some of the players on the team. He stayed with her, and the players took him to his appointments.  He is grateful he has found this baseball family and will continue to come as long as he is able. Jerry told me that he will probably live until 114, so he takes care of himself.

I could go on about Jerry. I only scratched the surface. He had so many great stories and he is a generous man with a that is very welcoming!  Thanks for watching the game with me, Jerry. I know you were itching to walk around and talk to everyone. Your patience with me was very much appreciated.  You are truly a “Gem” – but, not of the potato variety!

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When I first met Lou, I was immediately struck by his passion and dedication to the game of baseball. Cooperstown Dreams Park wasn't just a baseball facility to him; it was a sanctuary for young athletes to dream big, play hard, and experience the magic of baseball in its purest form.

As I repost this memory on the eighth anniversary of his passing, I honor Lou Presutti not only for what he built but for who he was—a man of vision, a mentor, and a true lover of the game. Lou’s commitment to character and integrity continue to inspire.

Originally Posted on July 10, 2014

I went to Cooperstown yesterday morning to tour the Baseball Hall of Fame, I enjoyed wandering around the place.  I am huge on nostalgia and dreaming about the past. Thinking about the players, the announcers, the games, the atmosphere; and, how everything evolved to what it is today. For me there is magic and romance in the stories. I laugh at how much I contemplate what these games meant to the people who participated – be it a fan, player, concession stand merchant or umpire. I equate it all to simple living, something I believe we all strive for, the feeling of joy and happiness.

People have called me emotional. I tend to get defensive about that label, I don’t like it.  I don’t know why; I want to be pragmatic and deliberate in my decisions. I personally think, people view people like me in a negative light, that I can’t perform under pressure since I tend to “wear my emotions on my sleeve.” At times, I have been told, I will crumble in the clutch.  Thus, I have become kinda guarded with my thoughts and expressions. I know I probably haven’t totally relaxed in years. I accept this about me as being part of my personality.

However, I love the people who get a little emotional. The people who understand the gravity of a pressure situation. Or, are passionate about a topic, thing or a belief.  Some just have that “swagger”, a confidence within that they understand about what is right, what is wrong and they don’t “give a shit” what others think of them. Respect is earned with people like this. You can disagree with them, but you better have your facts straight or they will have no use for you.  They can point out a blow hard or fake a mile away. But, they figure out who is genuine in an instant.  If you give your word you better mean it. I came across a man yesterday who fits all of the above, his name is Lou Presutti.

“I hear everybody always say, ‘Hey, it’s OK, it’s all right.’ Well, it’s not OK, and it’s not all right when you don’t achieve your goal. And right now, all that pain you have in your heart, all those tears that are coming down your faces — you’re supposed to feel that way. Because winners hurt and champions feel pain when they don’t attain their goal.”

“Anything in your life you do, if you have a goal and you don’t get to that finish line, you better feel exactly the way you feel right now. If you don’t, then change and do something else.”

I took the above quotes from an article written about Lou, by ESPN writer Jim Caple. Lou was addressing the team that lost in a championship game of one of his many tournaments.  I thought when I spoke and met Lou I had a great story no one has written about, how naïve of me. When I was looking things up about him and his Cooperstown Dreams Park after we spoke, I came across a plethora of information.   I arrived at his complex looking for a game to watch yesterday. I didn’t schedule one since, everyone I talked with that had been to Cooperstown, said they play everyday all summer.  I heard of Lou’s organization from parents and kids who have attended in the past. However, I never heard of Lou.

When I arrived, I was blown away at the sheer size of the complex and the beauty of the area in which it was situated.  The entrance was Disneyesque, and I wondered how much it was going to cost me just to park. My fears diminished when I found it was no charge. There seemed to be order to everything. I was surprised there was no trash anywhere with the amount of kids running around.  All the players wore the same red or blue uniforms. I chuckled at how much all of this was costing these parents.  When I inquired with Lou about the cost, he gave me a look of contempt and just said, “Listen, I have had the poorest of the poor and the richest of the rich come through here!”

I watched an elimination game on Field Seven between the Orion Chargers of Michigan and the Kernersville Bulldogs of North Carolina.  The Bulldogs beat the Chargers, 16-5. I spoke with some of the Chargers parents about what I was doing, and they were the ones who said I really needed to speak to Lou.  I didn’t think Lou would have the time to speak with me. When I asked some college interns to see if he would, they inquired and said he would be over in a few minutes.  When he pulled into the operations tent where I was waiting for him, he was on a golf cart, I was caught a little off guard. Here was a man that had to be in his middle 70’s, looked to be in great physical shape. My initial thought was he was probably a drill instructor in his former life (Army Ranger), I smiled when I realized it was him. I walked over introduced myself, shook his hand and immediately got the impression Lou did not like me.  The man might be in his middle 70’s, but if I offended him in any way, I got the distinct feeling he would have no problem punching me in the face and tossing me off his property.

We sat at a table; I told him I had a few questions. It started down pouring outside the tent, he got on his walkie-talkie making the statement to the person on the other end, “You said 40% chance of precipitation”, with a wry smile.  Kids, coaches and parents started coming into the tent. I started asking questions, kids came over with their parents asking Lou for autographs and pins, he obliged all of them. He asked for their name, most all answered politely and respectfully, “yes sir, no sir, thank you coach”.  Kids wanted his attention, he was respected, he oozed “swagger”. He engaged with his interns that are there for the summer earning money for college. Lou pays these kids a lot, he demands a lot. Even though, every intern that came to the table, he took an interest in. They seemed at ease with Lou. That is what happens when people know where they stand, do what is expected and respect is given.  You don’t do what you agreed to, Lou has no use for you and has no problem sending you home.

We talk about the state of the game of baseball, how it has evolved, what the power brokers believe, what Lou believes.  Lou asked me for my opinion about the game, I answer honestly and forthrightly. I see that wry smile again.  I worry he might get up at any minute as he is busy, for some reason I want his respect. On the flipside, I worry he might punch me in the face, also.  I tell him what I like about him. To me he represents the type of person that does what is right and he doesn’t want attention for the good deeds he does. As I say this, a kid with a cast on his arm comes to the table for an autograph. Lou asks what happened and finds out he broke it in a game. Lou asks if he wants to throw out the ceremonial first pitch at the championship game, the kid was totally in agreement.  When the kid leaves, I ask stupidly – you know, when it’s out there before really thinking – “Why are you letting him throw out the first pitch?”  Lou looks at me in disbelief, “He broke his fucking arm!”.  I realize my error; this is Dreams Park for a reason. I love the fact Lou swears, it isn’t politically correct, and I don’t think Lou cares about political correctness.

Lou and I talk about a lot of things “off the record”, I give him my word I won’t mention any of it. I admire this man I just met. He gives me a pin (every team brings pins to swap), the pin is a good one, “Johnny Baseball”. I put it on my “man bag”, Lou isn’t the type of guy to have a “man bag”.  The rain lets up a little bit, we finish up our conversation. I need to get on the road, Lou gives me a ride up the hill to the parking lot in his golf cart. He tells me they will get all the games in, even if it is after midnight when they start.  I shake his hand, he drives off in his golf cart, and then I start to worry I wouldn’t do this story justice as I walk to my car.

Lou is the one who told me about Jim Caple, a writer for ESPN, and his article. Lou stated, “He got it mostly right.” I could tell that Lou respects the writer. Click on this link: http://espn.go.com/mlb/hof13/story/_/id/9508031/life-village-cooperstown, I think the story is a great one and you should take the time to read it. I also want to post a story Lou mentioned, he might punch me in the face the next time he sees me for sharing it, but it will really give a full picture of who Lou is, click on the following link: http://www.bizjournals.com/atlanta/stories/2000/04/03/focus14.html?page=all

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Originally Posted on March 29, 2014

Yesterday, I needed to find a baseball game during the day since a friend of a friend hooked me up with some tickets to see the Phoenix Suns play the New York Knicks.  I found a high school tournament on the out skirts of Scottsdale, in the middle of no where or that is how it felt, it was at Salt River High School. The game was between Northland Prep Academy (NPA) and Bagdad High School. Northland Prep only had 11 players on the team. However, what I loved about these teams was the enthusiasm and tenacity they showed. Each team had excellent middle infielders, which impressed me. One kid, a freshman, was very small compared to his peers, but he made all the plays. I sat in the bleachers with a man, his wife and his daughter. The daughter is the wife of the coach for NPA.

I sat and talked with this family throughout the game and told them what I was doing.  The man’s wife was very interesting, she was telling me about her favorite baseball teams. Coincidentally, her favorites happen to be my two favorite teams, the Milwaukee Brewers and the Los Angeles Dodgers.  The funny thing is I “kinda” dismissed them initially regarding baseball since they were out in the middle of nowhere watching some smaller schools play. Call me arrogant but I sometimes think I know more than I actually do… with that said, the man I passed off as a grandpa to one of the kids on the team, since he told me that he lived in Colorado. He made occasional baseball comments but I really didn’t think to much about them.  I continued to talk to his wife and she tested me on some of the Dodgers players. I reeled some off and she reeled some off. I was impressed with her, she was obviously the baseball person in the family. She stumped me, of course, when she asked, “Who replaced Steve Garvey at first base when he signed with San Diego?” Any other day I would have remembered, but I forgot. I had to ask her who and she didn’t remember. I couldn’t Google it since my reception was bad.

The man told me they lived in Wisconsin, West Allis or New Berlin, for a time back in the late 80’s through the 90’s. I told him where I grew up in Wisconsin, living in Ashland and Wauwatosa for the most part. He was very nice and listened as I told him how important I was, what I thought of Wisconsin sports, etc.  I even told him about the blog I did on ASU moving their stadium.  He told me he played there once back in the 70’s, I didn’t think much of the comment. I told his daughter about what we say about West Allis. I won’t repeat it since its the same thing Ashland people say about Hurley. If you want to know email me. Anyway, I was absorbed with myself, my baseball knowledge and frustrated as “all get out” I couldn’t remember who replaced Garvey. I could picture him, but couldn’t place him…

I started thinking about this family, the man said his daughter and another son were born in Milwaukee. Then he confirmed with his wife that another son was born in California “The Los Angeles Connection”, I thought. He wasn’t mentioning what he did for a living, he did say something about Wyoming and playing there. Things didn’t make sense to me so I finally asked him why he moved to Milwaukee? He smiled and said, “the Brewers”. I still did not catch on. My thought was he worked in the office or ushering. I asked him what he did for them and he said, “I played first base for them”, in a matter-of-fact manner. I felt like such an idiot! Finally, his last name came to me. I said, “Your last name is Brock” and he said, “yes”.  I couldn’t remember his first name, but it all came back to me. I remember the pressure he was under in L.A. because he was replacing Garvey. I remember reading all the hype, Greg Brock!  What makes it even more frustrating is I did not make the Brewers connection and the 1987 season was the most memorable to me. I listened to every game, the streaks that year, winning, losing and Molitor’s hitting streak! Greg Brock’s first year with the Crew and he did great. He batted around .300 and had a great glove in the field, if my memory serves me right! Google it if you want!

They were very nice and I was  humbled, I enjoyed watching the game with them. I hope to keep the  lesson I learned, I wouldn’t dismiss people “off handedly” again!  He doesn’t know how excited I was to meet him. I don’t get as excited about the players today as I did about the ones from when I was younger. Greg Brock, thanks for playing it the way you did with me. I needed some humility and I appreciated the humility you showed.  If I were you, I would have been telling me  I batted .300 in the MLB, etc. You showed a lot of class and please tell your wife for me, I remembered – “You were the one that replaced Garvey!”

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