Here we are at the Joe Piscopo International Airport in Newark waiting to go to Minneapolis. The B Terminal here is the land that time forgot. The “restaurant” is a Pizzeria Uno stand with bagels that appear to have been wrapped sometime last week. Meanwhile, of the roughly 250 magazines at the news stand, 247 of them had Michael Jackson on the cover. The exceptions were Playboy, Popular Mechanics and the New England Journal of Medicine.
But there are amusements. There’s a family of five at the gate and they’re all wearing the same tie-dyed t-shirts. The parents seem quite happy at their choice of attire. The two younger kids don’t know any better and the oldest seems seems to be contemplating running away from home. He has a “maybe I can sneak onto this flight when Atlanta when nobody is paying attention” look.
I feel comfortable speaking for my sisters in writing that had Mom and Dad Abraham decided we were all going to wear the same t-shirts on a flight, there would have been a mutiny. U.N. Peacekeeping Forces would have been needed to quell the uprising.
The coming road trip for the Yankees should be interesting. The Twins were swept in a four-game series at the Stadium back in May and can’t be too happy about. Meanwhile the Angels seem prepared to rush by the fraudulent Texas Rangers and take over the West. If the Yankees come out of the trip 3-3 or better, they’ll have done well.
A few people wrote to ask why I didn’t opine here on the All-Star Game selections. Two reasons: I was off over the weekend and didn’t spend a whole lot of time thinking about baseball. Plus I don’t get too fired up about the game. There are 66 players selected. As honors go it’s not exactly a big deal. I think Johnny Damon and maybe A.J. Burnett had a case, but not enough of one to get too riled up about.
Anyway, they’re about to call the flight. Check back later for the pitching matchups for the series and of course the lineups this afternoon. With any kind of luck, I won’t be sitting near the Deadhead Family.