The remainder tables of book stores (if they still existed) are tributes to the genre of the baseball road trip. I've read more than my share and have been on a few road trips myself.
Recently, I received (gratis, as I am required by the FTC to state) a new release, entitled "I Don't Care If We Never Get Back", by two precocious Harvard grads, Ben Blatt and Eric Brewster. Blatt is a math guy, or statistics, or algorithms or just obsessive-compulsive. At any rate, he came up with a plan to see a baseball game in all 30 ballparks. =
In a span of 30 days.
His co-writer, Eric does not like baseball, and it turns out they both thought it sucked by the end of the trip. This is good, because the book is fairly light on baseball stories, and leans heavily on the tedium of inter-personal relationships while driving monster miles in a Toyota RAV4 to get to each ball-park. [spoiler alert] They accomplished their goal, sort of.
In a time-worn genre, it's a new twist, and I recommend the book. The editor should be shot because s/he allowed the authors (co-authors) to change wily-nilly from first to third-person, to another third person, back to another first person, sometimes in the space of a single paragraph. But, that's the nature of the set-up I guess.
More reliable than a groundhog, and earlier than Truck Day, we know Solace and Relief are afoot when we read about the annual pilgrimage to The Frozen North (i.e. Bangor, Maine) for our intrepid Red Sox Radio crew Joe Castig. and Obie.
Well, it happened again this week, so pitchers and catchers must be reporting anon. Obie, who logs more miles than a quarterhorse doing basketball for E***, makes it, somehow. Joe, of course, came to Bangor fresh after propping up broken down semi-rich folks at Fantasy Camp last week, and probably was on that cruise that they incessantly promoted during the 4th inning. every day. last year.
At any rate, there are two stellar accounts of the evening, here and here. Joe, in speaking with a local blogger, seems to have set the record for using the term "no other market does it" when referring to the event. I don't blame Joe, maybe the transcriptor of the interview.
Look, 600 people showed up. And, they never invited Geffner.
The Boston Broadsheet has a detailed execution strategy for Mike Salk laid out today, in which some guy named Phil who is the head of Entercomm in Boston, this week, says that Glenn Ordway may be back to prop up the hideous WEEI midday show. More telling, statements are afoot that Salk is not going to stay in the afternoon, which would be fine with everyone, since he doesn't add much. He doesn't take a position, vacillates, comes down in the middle, teases stuff with no payoff and generally sounds unsure. Michael Holley is an intelligent writer and thinker. Salk isn't.
And then there is Jerry Remy, who is coming back to NESN. Anybody who heard his unscripted interview on the radio this morning heard pain. Another public interment played out on our aiurways in the coming months. Remy is suffering, angst-ridden, loves baseball. Ugh. Not gonna be pretty.