I’ve been staying in hotels while chasing around teams for 20 years or so. Last night was the Worst Night Ever.
After a nice dinner with Mark Feinsand of the Daily News and Sweeny Murti of WFAN, I did a little writing and got to sleep around 11:30.
I woke up two hours later to the piercing sound of the hotel alarm system. I did what I normally do in such situations, I looked in the hallway for a fire, saw none then went back to bed. The alarm stopped a few minutes later.
Then came a knock on the door. Seems the alarm was related to a pipe breaking in a room above mine. The hallway outside my room had a puddle and the water was seeping into my room under the walls, through the door and from the ceiling.
Meanwhile, a few electrical outlets on that wall started making this buzzing sound. That’s not a good sign.
Went down to the lobby where a friendly Tampa cop told me my room wasn’t safe. I had sort of figured that out. But the hotel was sold out. The kid at the front desk, who was tremendously helpful, booked me into the Intercontinental about a mile away.
My hotel will get me into a new room today. I took a change of clothes, my toothbrush and my laptop to the Intercontinental and put the rest of my belongings on the bed. As I was packing, water was flowing into my room like high tide coming ashore in Martha’s Vineyard.
By the time I got in bed at the new hotel, it was 3:30 a.m. So I got about three hours of sleep. So today would not be a good day to e-mail asking some inane question. I can’t be responsible for the answer.