Showing posts with label baseball. Show all posts
Showing posts with label baseball. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

The Texas Rangers are on their way to the MLB playoffs tomorrow at Noon, and that has resulted in my traveling down Memory Lane to a beautiful Spring day in 2007. I was attending the Rangers training camp in Surprise, Arizona.

I remember this guy named Josh Hamilton and how everyone was talking about his story. Would he make it in the majors with all that baggage on his back? Will he remain healthy and stay out of trouble during the off season?

My only question now is: how many home runs will he have during the series with Tampa Bay?

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(Above: I'm at the Starbucks a couple of blocks east of the Rangers training camp about to attend my first Spring game in 2007.)

Monday, March 3, 2008

The Seat from Hell

I walked into the Surprise Stadium for an afternoon of baseball with my beloved Texas Rangers but soon found my seat was in Hell. I didn't realize Hell was a part of baseball, but then I remembered Roger Clemens' remarks before Congress a few days ago. His seat was in Hell, too.

I ordered my package of tickets online and had a fuzzy idea about my seat location. But I was soon disappointed. I found myself sitting next to Lucifer and his partner, Old Cranky Man. My tickets were inprinted with "Section 105, Row V, Seat 3." When I saw the seat, I almost cried. Lucifer and Old Cranky Man were on my right eating hotdogs in seats 1 and 2. On my left, of course, was the brick wall that stretched 20 feet into the air providing support for the floor above.

Was I destined to watch the Texas Rangers from a seat between a brick wall and two of Hell's biggest baseball fans?

I suppose I should explain the reason for referring to the two older gentlemen as Lucifer and Old Cranky Man. When I first pointed out my seat to them, they both looked at me with a "You can go to hell" expression on their faces. They were not Rangers fans, but were from Kansas City. They loved the Royals. Kansas City is Hell, so you can understand my monikers for these men.

But all was not hopeless. I met Kendra in the Box Office (Heaven) and she happily exchanged my tickets and found me better seats. Kendra saved me from the depths of Hell and showed me the Light. My new seats are located five rows back of the Rangers dugout, on the aisle.

Hallelujah.

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