This weekend is our third annual baseball trip. For the past three years, we’ve gone out of town to a different ball park to check out a game. The first time, and probably the most memorable, was when I got to see the Tigers play the Red Sox at Fenway. It was supposed to be a great pitching match up as Pedro Martinez was set to pitch against Tiger’s ace Jeff Weaver, but the day we flew in was the day he got traded to the Yankees. Instead, I got to see the Red Sox roll over then rookie Mike Maroth, and watch Pedro pretty much dominate the Tigers.
Last year we went to see the Red Sox play the Yankees at Yankees Stadium. Possibly the biggest rivalry in baseball, we had upper deck tickets, and the stadium was packed. I saw Roger Clemens lose to his former team as the Red Sox won once again.
This year, we’re going to Toronto. My wife has a friend who’s getting married in the fall who lives in the Toronto area, so she’ll probably be involved in that stuff, but we’re staying in the hotel that looks out over the field, so Friday I’ll get to watch the game from our room, and Saturday, we have tickets to the game. It will be my six week old son’s first baseball game, and first long road trip.
So I’ll be out of town and probably unable to post. I’ll get tomorrow’s 1984 diary entry up, and then I’ll catch everything up when I get back. Have a great weekend.