Here we are at the Frenchy Fuqua International Airport in Pittsburgh.
Back when I made these flight plans, it seemed perfect. Arrive at LaGuardia around 11:15 a.m., grab some lunch in Queens and head over to Shea Stadium with plenty of time to spare to cover the game.
Then we had a rainout, the doubleheader was scheduled and now I have to race out of LaGuardia to get to Yankee Stadium then fight traffic going back to Queens. In all, this will be about a 19-hour day from wake-up call to getting home.
But the good news is I get to go to Shea Stadium to see Sidney Ponson pitch. Print and save this post for the next time you think, “I’d love to be a sportswriter.” It’s generally a great job and I should not complain. But unless Marissa Miller is covering the game for Sports Illustrated and has the seat next to me in the press box, it’s not going to be a five-star day
But thanks to Red Bull, it should be OK. Lots and lots of Red Bull. If Red Bull made an I.V. I would pick one of those up.
Meanwhile, I saw the greatest thing today. A guy was talking on his cell phone in the security line. As he got to the x-ray machine, he put the phone in a bin without hanging up, went through the metal detector, then picked up the phone on the other end and kept talking.
Now that’s dedication to the call.
Memo to the mayor of Pittsburgh: Invest in another cab. The one you have is always busy.
Check back later for the lineups. The Yankees have a late report today and no BP. The paper has everybody but the gardening columnist covering the doubleheader, so we’ll have plenty of info to pass along as we go through the day.
(Don’t forget Sam’s walk. )