Saturday, March 22, 2008

We do not play Human Tetris in this house

When in the course of human events, two bloggers go to Florida in search of spring training with every intention of sharing their experiences with the internet-at-large, but one of them* forgets the power cord for her laptop, no blogging will get done.


Anyway, we're back in Boston now, huddled under blankets and space heaters a-blazing in an attempt to reacclimate to the cold,** and trying to describe our trip without resorting to, oh my god we saw Tek and he stretched and did blocking drills and stretched and played long toss oh my god. Which happened, of course, but was hardly the point. No, really. Stop laughing. So what was the point? We're not exactly sure, but we think it had something to do with spring statistics not mattering and getting burnt through our SPF 50.

Oh, the point was maybe that we have jetlag, even though we did not cross time zones, let alone take an 18 hour flight. Hence the continued radio silence. We're in the process of writing up our experiences (e.g. watching the world's shortest baseball strike), our questions (e.g.: why didn't we get to see a real starting pitcher?) and our insights (e.g.: it's so not fair that the Yankees' park is the only one that has an Outback Steakhouse snack stand). Expect a substantive post or three in the next 48 hours. We missed you, oh Internet, and all your works, and all your AP pictures of baseball players making goofy faces.

*Hint: her name rhymes with "Schmennifer" and she does not share a name with the ubiquitous Neil Diamond song played in the Tokyo Dome in the wee hours of this morning.

**Okay, fine, it's not really all that cold, but we got used to that 80F-and-sunny thing really quickly.


Catie Pearl said...

Glad you enjoyed the Weather down here in FL! Since Tampa is the home of Outback Steakhouse, the D-
Rays also have a stand at the Trop which makes going to non-Sox games worth it. That and the cheap beer in the "party deck."

Liza said...

I'm so jealous! And I'm looking forward to an account of the strike as seen by people who were, well, there (as opposed to thousands of miles north and in school at the time).