No wireless here at Chain Of Lakes Park. There are three phone lines for roughly 12 New York reporters. So you won’t be getting deluged with posts.
Just had the worst chicken sandwich of my life. In other good news, I’m sitting right behind the plate and the net only goes partway up. So odds are high we could get a ball up here. Fortunately, I have cat-like reflexes.
I shouldn’t complain, I know. Bob Feller is playing catch with his grandson on the field. Gotta love spring training.