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?

Comments

Anonymous said…
Agreed, West Coast road trips throw everything off. Check out my statistical prediction on the World Series of 2006.

http://blog.compete.com/index.php/2006/07/25/major-leage-baseball-playoffs/

Go Sox!

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