The Great Baseball Journey, Epilogue
Turns out the trip wasn't quite over. Heading for Minneapolis, not far outside Chicago, in the Southwestern corner of Middle-of-Nowhere county, Illinois, we ran over a curb which happened to be broken and jagged, and lost another tire. We diligently did the work of trying to find a replacement [even going as far as to call that most-dreaded corporation, Wal-Mart], but it being Sunday evening, failed spectacularly. So, we gave in. We found an Econolodge, those that needed called in to work, we had a frisbee and showers, I had a nice pipe and some music, and we added another relaxing night to our vacation, and on top of that, Tuesday was Independence Day. That cracked curb did us a favor.
On the Fourth, us Minnesota folks had a little reunion, a little hair-of-the-dog, a little Bloody Mary of each other's company: I and our friends J & M went over to St Paul to see C & J, and meet Kirby the beagle. Us three recently-returned having had enough of crowds, we put in eight or nine holes of disc-golf, rather than attending fireworks. I, however, had purchased in Wisconsin a box of ninety-three linked whistling-and-reporting rockets, and took the opportunity to launch it from a tee-box. Goodnight, Minneapolis.
Turns out the trip wasn't quite over. Heading for Minneapolis, not far outside Chicago, in the Southwestern corner of Middle-of-Nowhere county, Illinois, we ran over a curb which happened to be broken and jagged, and lost another tire. We diligently did the work of trying to find a replacement [even going as far as to call that most-dreaded corporation, Wal-Mart], but it being Sunday evening, failed spectacularly. So, we gave in. We found an Econolodge, those that needed called in to work, we had a frisbee and showers, I had a nice pipe and some music, and we added another relaxing night to our vacation, and on top of that, Tuesday was Independence Day. That cracked curb did us a favor.
On the Fourth, us Minnesota folks had a little reunion, a little hair-of-the-dog, a little Bloody Mary of each other's company: I and our friends J & M went over to St Paul to see C & J, and meet Kirby the beagle. Us three recently-returned having had enough of crowds, we put in eight or nine holes of disc-golf, rather than attending fireworks. I, however, had purchased in Wisconsin a box of ninety-three linked whistling-and-reporting rockets, and took the opportunity to launch it from a tee-box. Goodnight, Minneapolis.
posted by MplsGuy at 9:39 PM
1 Comments:
Joe,
it was great to read your recap of the weeks events. i'm not sure if i'll ever have another trip quite like it, but you're lengthy writing of it was awesome.
i esp loved the writing of the games, some of it reminded me of the old style writings that you used to see in the newspapers.
Take care and may our paths cross again someday.
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