I am so sick of beef jerky and granola bars. Seriously, you have no idea.
- Two common billboards that adorn the highway in New Mexico are those that sell fireworks and those that preach abstinence. There is a joke here somewhere.
- The aunt of Khalil Greene’s wife works at a bank in Amarillo. She was very helpful.
- Oklahoma is nice, but how many Arapaho words for “flat” do you suppose there are?
Day 1 of the Ducksnorts World Tour got off to a shaky start. I forgot that Arizona doesn’t observe daylight savings, got caught in a few nasty thunderstorms between Phoenix and Winslow, and then spent 40 minutes driving around parts of Albuquerque that — although quite “interesting” — did not contain a baseball stadium.
I eventually found the stadium — it was less than a mile from my hotel room (guess I should’ve gone there first) — but by then the game was nearly over and, after 16 hours of driving, I was in no mood to do anything. Still, I managed to catch a few innings of an Arizona League game that morning in Surprise, so all was not lost.
Day 2 went much better. I fired up some Jimmy Eat World and followed my very simple driving directions for the day — get on I-40 east and drive 542 miles till I’m in Oklahoma City and I see a ballpark.
Watched most of the game between the Oklahoma RedHawks and Portland Beavers. Saw many familiar faces on both teams — Freddy Guzman plays for the RedHawks. Couldn’t tell you much about the game itself; I know the Beavers gave up a few homers, but mostly I was just looking around at stuff and taking in the atmosphere (everybody sang Rodgers and Hammerstein in the middle of the fifth — very odd).
More to tell, but time is limited. Wednesday’s drive, to Knoxville, Tenn., is brought to you by current or former Padres who were born in those fine cities:
- Dusty Allen
- Joe Carter
- Bubba Trammell
Should be fun, just me and 870 miles of highway. And beef jerky and granola bars…