Why I Hate West Coast Road Trips

You're a Red Sox fan. Or you hate them. It's easy to understand the emotions associated with trips to the left coast. Here's why I can't stand the coast trips.

• Time away from family. They have enough sense to go to bed. I often stay up.
• Memories of exhausting my mom's radio batteries, falling asleep listening to those battles with Dean Chance et al.
• That means 'Sox Lag', similar to jet lag
• Also means fatigue hangover for the week.
• More caloric intake. A minimum of some extra popcorn, if not peanuts or some other high calorie snacking.
• The morning newspaper doesn't have either the score or the boxscore.
• Communication gap with fellow workers. They've either watched little or all of the game. I'm usually somewhere in between.
• The Oakland Mausoleum, one of the worst stadia around. At least since the demise of the Kingdome.
• Is there both a state and city tax on baseball tickets in California?
• Right field sun field in Oakland.
• Ichiro. The Pest.
• Memories of those late 80s, '90 teams, always getting stuffed by Dave Stewart, Eckersley and all.
• BALCO boys.
• Disneyland. It's not as good as Disney World. Not even close.

Do we need more reasons?