It's Saturday 26-March-2005. Dave's coming here on Wednesday. It's a wonderful thing. I pick him up at the airport at about noon or so, and then we hightail it to Dunedin to watch the Phillies play the Blue Jays. Who cares about the Phillies. Who cares about the Blue Jays. That's who is playing that day. So we're going.
He'll be here for just a few days, so we have to jam in as much as we can. So from Wednesday through Sunday we'll see three (maybe four) games, and the St. Pete Grand Prix on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. It's an IRL race and I've never seen one in person. It should be pretty good, but nothing like F-1. We're anxious to see the support races involved, but so far... no info on that. We'll deal. Spring is busy.
This year is a little different though. Dave has an admission price to pay. George has mandated that if Dave wants to eat while he's here, he has to show up with a 5 pound bag of Maine potatoes. We can't get them here, and, truth be told, it's tough to beat the taste of a Maine potato. This might seem a little harsh or inane to some. After all we're talking about baseball and road racing, and somehow potatoes get involved. I think it's generally OK for some to have a price to pay, as long as I'm going to taste Maine potatoes again. I could probably do without for another ten years, but now that it's been brought up... Well, I guess I should have them.
So we have to see the games, see the race. I'm guessing that there will be beers involved. One of the games is the Devil Rays and the Nats. The new Washington Nationals. That's monumental. They used to be the Expo's from Montreal. Let's get real here. Baseball does not belong in Canada. It probably doesn't belong in Washington, D.C. either. Nothing does. But we'll go see it played. It's an indoor game since the racing earlier that day is around the venerable Al Lang Stadium. We're going to do it all.
It's another Spring. I'm ready.
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