Running out of gas, filling up on barbecue and overdosing on baseball

(Ed. Note – This is a special guest post by friend-of-the-blog Jordan Guinn. Get more of his acerbic humor on Twitter.)

Twice in the last three years I’ve been fortunate enough to take a week out of my summer to tour baseball parks across the country with Fernando. The trip involves a rental car, lots of energy drinks and many disagreements about whose playlist we should be listening to. 

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Although we’ve come, to the end of the road…

Still I can’t let go. It’s unnatural! I belong to baseball; baseball belongs to meeeeeee….

(This post was written Monday morning)

Fear and Loathing in America’s Heartland has come to an end, as I sit here sipping Diet Coke and waiting to board the plane back to San Francisco. Guess who has to teach a class in Pleasant Hill in 15 hours? The guy who says to sleep when you’re dead (me). Let’s hope I can sleep on the plane this time. Continue reading “Although we’ve come, to the end of the road…”

All Good Things Must End (Jordan Guest Blog 2)

Every road trip brings memorable moments, memories that you take and treasure the rest of your days. 

Except for this one. 

I joke. I joke. I kid. I kid. These past five days have been a flurry of baseball games and deep conversations on open interstates. Alzheimer’s is going to have to work like hell to delete this from my hard drive.  Continue reading “All Good Things Must End (Jordan Guest Blog 2)”