It has been quite a day so far. Here’s a quick recap:
I arrived at the Kansas City Airport Marriott around 12:45 a.m. last night after returning my rental car. My flight to Baltimore was at 7:55. Do the math, not a lot of sleep.
The only direct flight from Kansas City to Baltimore was on Southwest, the Greyhound Bus of the sky. No seat assignments, people have no idea what to do, general mayhem. But at least most of my fellow writers were on the same journey.
Get to Baltimore and hop in a cab with Tyler Kepner, the beat writer from the Times. As we’re heading down the highway, the cab starts to swerve from lane to lane. After nearly clipping a pickup truck, we end up on the side of the road.
“This happens sometimes,” the cab driver says.
Seems we have a blown tire. A second cab is called as Ty and I scramble up the side of the road to relative safety.
The second cab shows up and it’s an old guy who claims (as he is driving), “I need to catch my breath from all this excitement. I’m having a heart attack.”
Apprently the cab company offers no “sorry we almost got you killed” discount.
The photos are of the cab on the side of the road and Tyler talking to our original cab driver.
Meanwhile I need to be at the ballpark in 90 minutes or so. Back later with the lineups. Well, unless something else happens.