
Pizza Face

Pop… backyard… Lansdale.

“My Boy” - Playing with Vignette on my Droid. So far it’s a pretty slick little app. Great filters… definitely on par with what I’ve seen from the Hipstamatic on the iPhone.
Reporting from Clearwater… It’s Too Cold to be Florida
This was my first year going down to Clearwater for Spring Training. The stadium was packed, my kid was sick and I forgot to bring my camera to the ballpark… twice. So all those memorable moments watching the game with my dad… they were left in a hotel room 10 minutes from the ballpark.
But all in all, the “game experience” was pretty sweet. There is something incredibly intimate about Minor League ballparks. They generally seat less than 10,000 people… and foul balls hit cars. Frequently. By the 5th inning, your favorite players are already hitting the showers, and guys with names you’ve never heard of hit the field wearing numbers that look more like basketball scores.
The thing that really caught my attention though was how freaking cold it was! I mean… I know it’s March… but 60° in Florida is unacceptable. I mean, the team could have stayed in Philly, I could have saved a few bucks on room and travel, and - as I discovered upon my return - the weather would have actually been nicer. Not that that’s any great insight on how well the team is going to do this season… but when you’re freezing your ass off in what some Floridians might consider sub-arctic temperatures, it’s virtually impossible to enjoy the game.
So that was the first night… we left early… and the Phils lost.
Our second game was met with equally interesting weather conditions. While the temperature soared to 67°, a typhoon burst came in from the Gulf and passed through Clearwater for a solid 3 hours. So our 12pm start turned into a 3pm start. My father and I sat patiently on a bench in front of our hotel for 2 of those 3 hours. We chatted about everything from childhood anicdotes to tricks and tips in fatherhood to the all-important “is James going to be an all-star pitcher… or a rock star”. It was awesome. It reminded me that sometimes baseball has nothing to do with… well… baseball. Sometimes its about the company you keep… not the score of the game. Sometimes.
