I've got good news and bad news.

The good news is the first trip of the second half contained my recently anointed favorite park, Lakewood.  The bad news is that this journey also includes my now least favorite stop, Hagerstown.

First up, the good news.

Lakewood, as mentioned earlier, does things right.  Not just at the park either.  The amenities are solid from start to finish, with the exception of the hotel air conditioner that broke during our first trip there (which, in hindsight, might have broken because I never allowed it to stop running).

Within a short walk from the Toms River Clarion Inn is a Walmart, sushi place, movie theater, and a pizza place that our manager, Michael Ryan, seems to swear by.  I gave that a shot.  To the left is a slice of stuffed eggplant pizza.

Eggplant makes this healthy right?  Don't answer that.

The BlueClaws visiting clubhouse is one of the largest in the entire league and most definitely gives off a big league feel.

Comfy couches, a big screen television, and autograph stalkers that wait outside the door.

We also played a game during an appearance by one of baseball's all-time best mascots: the Philly Phanatic.  I have had the chance to interview Tom Burgoyne, the man inside the suit, and he is nearly as much of a character as the character is itself.

The Power continued their strong play against Lakewood during the series, taking three out of four.  The series should have been split, however, with two wins apiece.  West Virginia benefited from some ninth inning help in a 5-4 win in the Sunday finale from a player I feel is the league's worst defender this season.  I'll spare his name during this post, but just know that if he gave any effort whatsoever, the Power would not have won that game.

Now the bad news...

On to Municipal Stadium in Hagerstown.  Since this is my first year of traveling with the club, I have not had the... pleasure(?) of experiencing this ballpark from the 1930's.

Renovations have been done a few times, including an upgrade to the playing surface so that the Suns could get Bryce Harper during the 2011 season.  Hagerstown lags behind the rest of the league in attendance (44,353 at the time of this post- nearly half of the next fewest).  There is talk of this franchise moving to another city, possibly Fredericksburg, VA, in the near future.  That would be a coup for that city and the league, no doubt.

I do think Hagerstown and Municipal Stadium deserve a team.  A New York-Penn League team.  Short season ball with 38 games creates demand, gives the Suns natural rival (the Orioles affiliate in Aberdeen), and allows the staff to focus more on the fan experience.

I also find it... amazing... that multiple people who work for the Suns had been told that their experience was not indicative of life in Minor League Baseball.  They have been told that it is better everywhere else they might work.  I find this astounding.  Do you go to work and have senior staff tell you that you'll be better off working someplace else?  If you know that the place you work is lacking in some wayand you have the power to fix it, shouldn't you fix the problem?  Facility, amenities, and surroundings may have you behind the eight ball, but the human element can still make lemonade out of 80 year-old lemons.  Even if that lemonade tastes 110 proof... whatever it takes.

I'm not sure if that metaphor makes any sense.  Probably not.

As for my experience, it was less than lacking enjoyment for a few reasons.  They stem from the fact that I am apparently high-maintenance and someone thinks I am new to this business (please note the sarcasm).  Also I am afraid of heights (no sarcasm).

This is the spiral staircase to the press box.

This is my phone connection.  I'm going to stop there because the rest of this experience makes me mad.  My best friend talked me up into a fury and my wife talked me down to biting my tongue over the whole thing.  Feel free to read all the reviews of this ballpark and its' experiences.  

They are on the internet (making that a new inside joke... it really was a line that irritated me).

I had a great meal on the last day.  Crabcakes at Schula's Grill and Crab.  I had every intention about closing this post talking about the five mile (roundtrip) walk to get crabcakes.  Crabcakes and Football...  That is what Maryland does.  Once I got back from lunch, I changed my mind as to how this story ends.  First though, my crabcake.

And now the rest of the story.  Every stop along they way has autograph hounds.  Not just the fans inside the park waiting by the dugouts, but outside the clubhouse and by the bus as well.

This stop was a new low.  People in Hagerstown know where the teams stay and wait as players get on the bus daily.  On getaway day, stalkers... seekers... whatever... waited in the lobby as our guys sat around waiting for the bus to leave for the park.  After our guys were cordial enough to sign a whole sheet of cards that are clearly not just for you or your child, the seekers got in their cars and drove to the park to get a second of third sheet of autographs from the same players.  

I am baffled by this version of autograph hound.  I have been around the game long enough to see a lot of things, but never to this extent.  It was in a public space, yes, but borders on an invasion of privacy.

Another reason why I am happy to be calling the games rather than playing in them.  Then again... players don't have to worry about pulling tarps.

I'll never have another bad day.

If not for you, I wonder who it is late for.

Not for me.  I like the nightlife.  I like to boogie.

A quote from So I Married An Axe Murderer, which by the way, is a tremendously underrated movie from the Mike Myers collection.

The final road trip of the first half took us to Delmarva and Greensboro.  After a Sunday game at home, the team piled aboard the bus to make the eight hour ride to Salisbury, MD.  After a short stop in Cumberland, we arrived at the hotel at 3:42.

3:42 am.

This is truly the first time we have arrived in the middle of the night.  Most of our guys, I would imagine based on my own experience, are not in bed at midnight, one, or even two.  It will not be the last time this happens by any stretch.

After sleeping until lunch, I found a coffee shop across the street from the hotel and got a surprisingly good portabella mushroom panini.  There were some chain options in the area, but this was worth the gamble.  

The Shorebirds play on the Delmarva (or more accurately DELaware-MARyland-VA...  Ummm... VirginiA) Peninsula at Arthur W. Perdue Stadium, named after the brother of the Perdue Chicken magnate Frank.

Unfortunately, the Power and Shorebirds didn't play on that Monday.  Instead, back-to-back doubleheaders on Tuesday and Wednesday.  West Virginia took game one of each twinbill and dropped the second each day in walk-off fashion.  Won two... probably should have won all four.

On to the next one.  Since we played two on a getaway day...


5:30 am.

That is when I got into my room in Greensboro, NC, after a six and a half hour bus ride.

NewBridge Bank Park was built and opened the same season as Appalachian Power Park with the same amount of capital.  This is yet, as far as I can tell, another example of private vs. public funding.

The Grasshoppers stadium was built to Double-A specifications and holds 7,499 seated.  Could they not wrangle another $100 for one extra stadium seat?  I have no idea how much those seats cost, but you get my point.

West Virginia and Greensboro split this series, but ultimately it was the Thursday night loss that eliminated the team from first half title contention.  Or maybe it was one of the other losses in the first half, but they did stay in the race until the final weekend.  That made it a fun half season of baseball.

To this point in time, NewBridge Bank Park is my least favorite stadium.  I have no doubt that the amenities for fans are complete and make for a tremendous experience, seeing how the Grasshoppers contend with Lakewood for the league's top attendance year after year.

For a broadcaster, however, the experience is sub par.  And not the good U.S.Open kind of sub par.

  
I have five grievances.  They are, in no specific order, as follows:
1.  An obstructed view of the third base line (notice the suite overhang to the left)
2.  Paying for everything (save a water or non-diet drink if I was fast enough to grab one)
3.  No wi-fi in the press box
4.  Seven feet of glass but only a drive-thru sized window to open (would you like baseball with that?)
5.  No A/C

The first three are relatively petty.  Our dugout and bullpen are down the first base side so I could see most of the important things.  There was an Ethernet cable provided (which is good since I don't carry one), and I do get a per diem to cover food costs.  The lack of air conditioning made that room nearly unbearable on Sunday afternoon, fortunately I didn't have that much of an opening to let the hot air in I guess.  I've been told one SAL broadcaster actually sat on the floor and called games from underneath the desk.

Since I was on my own for food, I sampled some of the ballpark fare.  I will say that the menu was pretty solid around the park and their staff, for the most part, were extremely courteous.

That is a Buffalo dog on the left with blue cheese, hot sauce, and celery pieces.  On the right, a Dodger dog.  I also had a chicken kabob pita from a local restaurant that has a space in their concession stand.  Solid options for a reasonable cost.

I'm aware that I am writing this update a little later that expected.  We just returned from Lakewood (a favorite of mine you know) and Hagerstown's Municipal Stadium (which quickly replaced Greensboro's park as my least favorite).

I'll write a follow-up about the Lakewood/ Hagerstown trip this week.  I wanted to leave you with my lasting image of the Suns pressbox.























I'll never have another bad day.

Surf's Up...

Lakewood.  I'm a big fan.

It may help that the Power have played very well against the BlueClaws this season.  It may help that the ballpark is one of the best in the league.  It most definitely helps that they have fish tacos.

FirstEnergy Park was built to help lure more Minor League Baseball into New Jersey.  As far as I can tell, at the time the park was built in 2001, there were two affiliated clubs; the Double-A Trenton Thunder and the Short-Season New Jersey Cardinals.  The Cardinals moved to State College in 2006, so the tally dropped back to two and has remained there.  

Lakewood Township is fairly close to the Jersey Shore, so they play up on their beach-front property.  You can walk the whole way around this park on the concourse with a picnic area under the scoreboard in left-center and stop by the tiki hut for a beverage in right-center.

They also have a taco stand down the right field line.  Surf Taco.  We will get back to that.

As mentioned, the Power have played the BlueClaws well.  West Virginia swept a four game series at home the week prior and went on to take three out of four this weekend.  The bats came alive with a handful of home runs in a predominantly pitcher-friendly park, including one by Stetson Allie that cleared the walkway and banked off an ad billboard in center.

Winning always helps after a long haul on the bus.  This trip clocks in at about nine hours with a stop in Cumberland Maryland for dinner.

During this trip, I also had the chance to spend some time with my friend Shawn.  He lives in New York on Long Island and made the drive down to spend some time with me.  We got a bite to eat after Thursday's game at Baker's Water Street Bar and Grille in Toms River.  The Pennsylvanian in me saw an item on the menu that could not be resisted.

Shrimp and Cheese Perogies.

Unfortunately... all the shrimp was on top and not tucked inside.  I did, however, clear the plate.  Cooked onions and all.  

Baker's Street also had a DJ on that night.  Playing a strange mix of music that no one was dancing to.  Nor was he going to draw the crowd in.  Shawn and I both started in the terrestrial radio industry, so we had a good conversation about this.

On Friday...  18 holes of pure hell...  I mean...  fun in 95 degree heat.

Here is Shawn with a tee shot that no doubt went right down the middle... or in the middle of way right.

After Friday night's game, Shawn and I hit Seaside Heights.  The beach community and home to many a Jersey Shore TV episode is an interesting place.  Multi-level motels with what was certain to be hoards of under-age drinkers partying on the balconies, walkways, stairs, and any place else the could stand. 

It prompted this tweet from my seldom-used Twitter account.

Adam Marco ‏@amarco_16 Protected account1 Jun

Hanging out at the Jersey Shore... Way to old/ preppy/ insert any adjective here. GTL... Got To Laydown.

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On Saturday, Shawn headed back to the city and I took the late bus.  After a two mile walk, I spent my Saturday afternoon in an air conditioned theater watching Now You See Me.  Good movie if you find the time.

Lakewood is always memorable for another reason.  Their manager is Mickey Morandini.  Mickey grew up in Leechburg, PA, which is my hometown.  We went to different high schools, but there are certainly enough connections to have a good conversation with him.  Summers spent at the Leechburg Pool...  Relatives of mine that grew up with him...  a Pirates fan...  the Williamsport Crosscutters (he is a former manager and I a former broadcaster there).  I interviewed him for the second time in as many seasons and will post that when we hit Lakewood in late June.  We talk about his unassisted triple play against the Buccos in 1992.

One more thing about FirstEnergy Park...  The BlueClaws do take care of its' press box staff with food that I was welcome to partake of, but after we discovered Surf Taco, I couldn't resist. First up is a pic I took while waiting for my food one of those three days I ate there.

And lastly...  a Mahi bowl with rice, pico de gallo, avacado, pineapple, and chips.

Yeah...  I crushed that and I'll never have another bad day.

Some Things Go South...

I know I am long overdue for an update and I do apologize.  I have a few stories to pass along today as we were rained out in Delmarva.  I want to start by going back to our short road trip to Kannapolis.

We played a series in North Carolina in late May.  A few things stood out while we were there.

Minor League Baseball attendance is once again skyrocketing, but it doesn't seem to have improved in Kannapolis.  I know it seems like I could have taken these pictures in the middle of the day.  Unfortunately, I took these about 25 minutes before first pitch during Monday night's first game.  I don't mean for this to be a knock on the Intimidators or their staff...  though the next part might come across the wrong way.

I noticed one other oddity about halfway through the game.  There was no emcee.  There were zero contests between innings.  One song was played in between innings and that was it.  This industry thrives on fan entertainment and interaction.

Even if you aren't expecting a large crowd, it seems to me that you want to entertain the audience you do get so they are more apt to coming to another game.  That is just my take.  There are reasons behind every decision and that is one thing I won't question.

As for food on this trek south...  well let's just say not every place can be a culinary win.  Using TripAdvisor, I chose the #10 restaurant in Concord, which is where our hotel is located.

Mayflower Seafood Restaurant was the only top ten option within walking distance.  I took the mile and a half walk with plans to go see the new Star Trek movie afterwards.

In describing this restaurant to a few people, I suggested it was like a love child between Long John Silvers and Hoss's.  Then some friends asked what Hoss's was.  To which I explained that Hoss's is what would happen if Golden Coral had a food baby with Texas Roadhouse.

Deep fried everything.

Here is one difference between the "north" and the "south."  In the north, our malt vinegar is in the bottle and our tartar sauce is in the packets.

I'm leaving you on a down note this time.  As you know, my wife was in a fender bender early in the month.  On Memorial Day, I was in a car accident.  100% my fault for complete stupidity.  My father kept telling me to stop beating myself up for this accident, but I can't let it go.

Plenty of damage to metal, plastic, and insurance rates.  Fortunately, everyone involved left the scene without a scratch.  I'm learning from this incident.  Among other things, never stop paying attention to the details.

I hope I'll never have another bad day.

Moving On...

The second leg of this excursion took us to Hickory, North Carolina.  The Pirates used to be affiliated with the Crawdads prior to 2009, so there are quite a few Bucco fans there.  It is always great to see Pirates garb in other cities, and this was no exception.  One of the first things I noticed about Hickory's L.P. Frans Stadium was the condition of the playing surface.

I know how difficult it is to grow grass in my own yard, and I have the utmost respect for grounds keepers and what they do.  It seems, though, that there is more work that needs to be done in Hickory to figure out how to fill in the dead spots.

The Hickory Crawdads do one thing well... very well.  They hit home runs.  Entering this series, they had nearly double the home runs that West Virginia did.  The Power took game one before losing the next two, including a game Wednesday morning where Hickory hit four solo home runs.  They are a home run derby contest waiting to happen and will threaten the league record for home runs in a season.

On Monday, I walked to a chain restaurant called Mellow Mushroom.  It is a pizza place with a few locations in South Atlantic League cities, but I had bypassed it for other options each time.  Rather than get a pizza, I tried their best sandwich- The Jerk Chicken (Jerk chicken, onions, mushrooms, green peppers and pineapple all grilled together. Topped with pesto mayo, Roma tomatoes, spinach and feta cheese).  This sandwich was very good but packed a punch.  I could barely finish it because of the spice.  I also had a bowl of their Magic Mushroom soup.  The soup was, arguably, better than the sandwich.

One last thing about Hickory...  I had the chance to run into more old friends from Appalachian Power Park.  During the 2012 season, Kari and Treye Kennedy moved (back) to the Hickory area.  You might have seen them at Power games over the years.  They have two boys that were always at our games.  They were some of the best young fans we had and they loved their home team.  Camden would occasionally stop by my broadcast booth to say hello or listen in.

We went to an Irish Pub after Tuesday night's game and caught up.  The family is doing well.  Both the boys are excelling in school and seemingly haven't missed a beat, replacing the Power with the Crawdads.  We will forgive them for that!

It's moments like these that make these trips all the more worthwhile.  

I'll never have another bad day.

Catching Up...

This post is, no doubt, long overdue.  If I have to look at the schedule to see where we have been since my last post, I'm not doing enough of these.

The clubs has been pretty successful this month so far, including a 6-1 homestand in early May.  That included the team's longest winning streak at five straight.  Four of those wins occurred in a series sweep of Greenville.  I'm not certain that there are "teams that you should beat" in this league.  Those were, though, games that we should (and did) win.  The Drive have struggled offensively this year and we caught them at a good time for us.

After that strong homestand, we took our first trek to Kentucky this year.  West Virginia has played Lexington more than any other opponent since 2005.  Different season... different players...  different affiliates.  Same rivalry each time.

Whitaker Bank Ballpark in Lexington is a good place to watch a game.  Not my favorite ballpark by any stretch for a number of reasons, but still decent.  One upside...  the atmosphere.  This park has good sight lines and got some amazing crowds during our visit.  One downside...  the pricing.  I had to buy my own food in this park and spent $9.50 on their famous meatball sub, $10 on barbecue  and $4.00 per pop/ water.  I was underwhelmed by each of these for the price paid.

West Virginia lost Thursday in one hour and 43 minutes.  The fastest game in Power history.  I barely had time to start and finish a sentence before each inning was over.  On Friday, the game was rained out.  I had planned on taking an early bus in then working my way across town via public transportation to a restaurant called Bourbon n' Toulouse.  With the rain though, there wasn't an early bus.  And then there wasn't a game.  Fortunately I caught a break.

Rod Blackstone was in town.  You may know him by that name...  or your know him as The Toastman.  Rod was on his way to Indianapolis to see a few friends and games.  He knows my culinary quests from this blog and was obliged to help.  We went to a section of Lexington known as Chevy Chase and tried this Cajun and Creole joint that TripAdvisor rates as the top restaurant in the city.

Bourbon n' Toulouse would fit in well in Charleston.  It reminded me of Tricky Fish or Bluegrass.  I tried their jambalaya and their chicken etouffee while Rod had the shrimp and the chicken etouffee.  As per their website:   This New Orleans staple is pronounced “A – Two – Faye” and is our top selling dish! It is a spicy roux based brown gravy with shredded all natural chicken that simply has to be tried to be fully appreciated.  These dishes were outstanding.  Just the right amount of kick and spice.  They also came with a baguette that had some sort of oily spread that made it taste like popcorn.  Even better!

I forgot to take a picture of my food, so I snapped this one of someone else's etouffee.

 We capped off dinner with some delicious chocolate and bourbon bread pudding.

The next day, before Rod left for Indy, we went to breakfast.  Francisco Diaz joined us on this excursion.  As we were driving down the highway, Rod was wondering what I had scouted out for breakfast.  I hadn't thought of it, so two minutes and one iPhone search later produced this result.

  

 Think Cracker Barrel but with better food and a smaller store.  Rated #3 by TripAdvisor.

 They specialize in breakfast and po-boy sandwiches.  I went for breakfast.  The bacon was so greasily-amazing... I knew I made the right call.

It was great to have a friend in Lexington.  I was happy to have some great conversations with Rod about baseball and our fair city of Charleston.  I'm disappointed that he did not get selected for the South Atlantic League Hall of Fame this season.  He seems to have come to terms with it, but I have vowed that my quest to resolve this is no where near complete.

West Virginia split a doubleheader on Saturday and took Sunday's game to halve the series.

On to Hickory and a meeting with more old friends from Appalachian Power Park.

Before I call it a night (I'll tell you about Hickory tomorrow), one last story.  While I was on the road a few weeks back, my wife was in a fender bender.  She was rear ended on I-64.  Brienne is fine, but her Subaru took some damage.  She got a ride to the park and picked up my SUV.  We have rental on our policy and decided to take advantage of it (especially since the other guy's insurance is paying for it all).  When I got back to town, we stopped by Enterprise and picked up the car:  a Toyota Yaris.  They told me that if she didn't like the Yaris that we should call and they would exchange it for something else.

I didn't like the Yaris.  Not because it is a Toyota Yaris, but because it was a smoker.  Not the car... but last 73 drivers apparently.  I got a headache driving two blocks from the rental place to the ballpark.  Enterprise lived up to their promise to replace the car.  They met me at the park a few hours later with a non-smoker replacement.

Which led to a new problem...  Brienne wouldn't drive this new rental either.  Not because of the smell... but because of the style.  It was too hillbilly redneck.  So she has been driving my SUV.  And I'm driving the car we call "The Ghost."

I'll never have another bad day.

Places and People... Part II

Savannah boasts Minor League Baseball's oldest operating park.  The locals call it "Historic Grayson Stadium" and it has been home to baseball since 1926 (on and off from 1926 until 1954... and then 100% on since 1971).  My first job in baseball was with the Williamsport Crosscutters at "Historic Bowman Field," which also opened in 1926 and is recognized as the third oldest operating park in the minors.  That is the only park I will call "Historic"... sorry Savannah.

Otherwise... Historic= Old.  Some ballparks hide their age better than others.  Some have had major or minor renovations to hide their age.  A tweak here and a coat of paint there will cover quite a bit of wear and tear.

I think Grayson Stadium shows her age.  Renovations were done in 2007, but it still has the look and feel of a park that is pushing 90 years old.

This was my first view of history.  Perhaps we are all coddled by new stadiums with luxury amenities.  I love PNC Park for all of it's glory, but I also enjoyed Fenway and old Yankee Stadium.  The orange seats in the bottom left of this picture are stadium seats.  There are green wooden bleachers throughout the remainder of the main grandstand.  That green thing to the upper left is the press box.

And this catwalk hanging from a 90-year old roof is how I get to the press box.  I'm afraid of heights.  I think it is funnier when tall people are afraid of heights, but that is not me.  I'm 5'8" if I stand on my toes and still lie to you.  I would not walk across this catwalk when anyone else was on it.  I had to have one free hand to grab the rail... just in case.

Once I made it to the box, this was the view.  I can handle a press box in a solid building.  My view in Oklahoma was probably two times as high and three times as far.  But this is beyond funny.

Savannah has a very good team this season, as evidenced by their winning record as the series began.  The New York Mets have been the parent club of the Sand Gnats since 2007 and consistently send great pitchers to the South Atlantic League.  The Mets also sent along three of the league's best hitters to open the year.  The Power fell 4-2 in the series opener, lost a 1-0 heartbreaker on Saturday (in under two hours I might add), and fell in a 3-2 walk-off on Sunday afternoon.  West Virginia's bats finally woke up in the series finale in a 10-1 win, including the second two homer, five RBI game during April by Stetson Allie.  Good defense, great pitching, and truly, some fun baseball to watch (and broadcast).

On Saturday afternoon prior to the game, I hopped on the early bus and headed towards the ballpark.  Jimmy D, our bus driver, agreed to drop the coaches off and take me a little closer to the downtown area on his way back.  In the end, he went out of his way to save me some walking and I truly appreciated that.

I had done some research on Savannah, mostly on where to eat.  If it seems like these blogs have a lot to do with food, I thank you for reading carefully.  I love good food.  Not exotic.  Not bizarre  Good, delicious food.  Our Power groundskeeper recommended a place called Zunzi's.  It also came up repeatedly in my research.  So that was the lunch on Saturday.  Zunzi's is a blend of international flavors: Swiss, Dutch, South African, and Italian are the main influences.

www.zunzis.com/menu

I was told to try The Conquistador.  This is a sandwich that was featured on several foodie shows and came highly recommended by most everyone that I told my lunch plans to.  We will get back to the sandwich in a moment.

This may be the only photo I appear in

While in line, I met a guy named Jeffrey.  He is a photographer from Los Angeles, but was in town visiting.  He had gone to school in Savannah and told me that this was an all-time favorite spot for him... a multiple-times-a-week-type place.  Jeffrey is also a world-class beard (and mustache grower).

I was not going to strike up a conversation at first.  I thought few paparazzi-style pics might have been sufficient.  But then I thought of this blog and how awesome the story would be to tell.

Jeffrey was a great guy to talk to.  We discussed Zunzi's, his work, his beard (which he just trimmed five inches off of), his mustache, my job, and my travels.  I had a 15 minute wait from the time I got in line until the time I ordered my sandwich.  This was one of the most interesting conversations I've had in a while.  Did you know that there are beard championships?  Jeffrey travels the world for these events.  Doesn't this sound like an ideal promotion for our ballpark back in Charleston.  Too soon for Redneck Night (BTW... May 25 with an appearance by Mountain Man according to our staff in the shameless plug department).  But down the road... this could be huge.  An event that grows on you.  Yes... I went there.

View some of Jeffrey's photography at his website- www.jeffreymustache.com

The Conquistador:  Baked Chicken Breast served with lettuce and tomato on French bread with their special sauces.  A simple concept but downright amazing.

To get both sauces (the contents of which are unknown to me but are incredible), you must apparently say "Shit Yeah."  So I did.  Who am I to not follow protocol?

I capped this meal off with some pecan pie.  It was the best meal yet.  Simplistc yet well-prepared food can trump the over-indulgent, overly-elaborate concepts that you'll see on most food shows.

I had a two and a half mile walk back to the park.  It was a gorgeous day, so I didn't mind.  Savannah is a tremendous city (at least at 80 degrees and limited humidity).  There are great historical buildings, statues, parks, and squares.  I happened to get to walk back on the day of a sidewalk art festival.  And I do mean Sidewalk Art.

There were, perhaps, 500 people decorating the sidewalks on my way through a major park.  Not to mention another 2,000 walking around, enjoying music, food and sunshine.

I have also included a few more photos from my walk back to showcase some of the great views of this great city.

Carriage Tours

One of many fountains in one of many parks

I'll leave you with this story for now.  That last photo is of the ceiling fans that they have at the ballpark in Savannah.  I have seen them before at car dealerships in the service department.  The are made (usually) by a manufacturer that goes by the brand "Big Ass Fans."  The blades are roughly 10-15 feet long.  I was explaining some of the details of the park on the radio during one of the games and brought these up.  I, of course, did not call them "Big Ass Fans" on the air.  I said big fans... or Big-Blank Fans to keep it clean.  I'm sure they are a vital part of keeping patrons happy and cool during hot, sticky summer nights.

In their dangling press box with one long room and no interior walls to separate anyone from anything, the PA announcer sits all of five feet away from me.  During an inning break, he turned and asked me, "What did you say about our fans?  Did you say we have big-blanked fans?"

I'll never have another bad day.