Here's my travelogue from my recent stint with the Mariners. Thanks to those of you who listened. Hope you liked what you heard.
On the road with the Seattle Mariners to Detroit & Boston. When I was negotiating with the Mariners for this announcing job I held out for Detroit in April.
|Me and Rick Rizzs at Fenway|
Boarded the team buses at Safeco Field on Monday morning. Had the TSA inspection right there. Not sure why anyone would want to hijack a charter flight bound for Detroit but okay.
Zipped off to Sea-Tac, passing the Boeing airfield. Two of the new mondo planes were visible. That’s the passenger model that will carry 500 or 12,000 – I can’t remember which exactly. All I know is it will take five hours to get your luggage.
Major league travel is the best! It spoils you in eleven seconds. Everyone gets their own row, food and drinks for everyone, and (you’re not going to believe me) blankets are FREE. No. It’s true. I took pictures.
We all had to wear sports jackets and most notable was Ichiro Suzuki who wore a grey suit, Sinatra hat, checkered shirt, and green & white polka dot tie. He leads the league in hitting and clashing.
Arrived in Detroit and sped to our hotel, which was not in Detroit. No one stays in Detroit. Despite that impressive ad on the Super Bowl where citizens declared their pride for Detroit, the city’s population has actually decreased since 1910. That didn’t happen, even in Chernobyl.
Stayed at the Townsend Hotel in Birmingham, a lovely lush suburb. The farther away from downtown you get, the nicer the suburbs and the more Japanese the cars.
Windsor, Canada is right across the river but did you know that to get there from Detroit you have to go south?
I will say this -- Detroit does have an appreciation for historical landmarks. I saw a Borders that was still open.
For some reason my room is always next to the hotel gym, which I never use so I always feel guilty. It’s like putting a chapel in a brothel.
Along with our producer/engineer Kevin Cremin and the rest of the broadcast crew, we barreled down Woodward Avenue (the country’s first paved street, and soon to be resurfaced) through 236 stoplights en route to Comerica Park, home of the Detroit Tigers.
One day last year there was a traffic light out on Grand Boulevard, which resulted in a major traffic snarl. Usually a policeman will direct traffic but none were in evidence -- despite the fact that on the corner of Woodward and Grand is a police station.
Comerica Park is a wonderful stadium. The skyline of the city serves as a backdrop, the original Tiger Stadium flagpole stands proudly in deep center, and they have more statues than Italy. Tiger greats from the past are immortalized; all shown in action. Ty Cobb is depicted sliding into second base with his spikes up about to inflict a career-ending injury to a shortstop.
Willie Horton is one of those Tiger greats and he stopped by our booth. First time I’ve ever spoken to someone who had his own statue. I once talked to Jack Lord but it turned out I was speaking to his statue.
Other things I like about Comerica Park: In the Tigers’ clubhouse there is a locker still for Hall-of-Famer, Al Kaline. He’s one of my absolute baseball Gods. And they have a singing vendor. Charlie Mancuso brings snacks to your seat and serenades you with opera. Who says there’s no high culture in Detroit?
|Talk about an obstructed view...|
The first night we had a tornado watch. Do you know how hard it is to call a game when cows are flying across your field of vision? I thought they should have Dorothy & Toto bobblehead night.
Listened to Tiger Talk on the radio during the rides home. I’m always curious about these shows, having hosted one myself for years (Dodger Talk). The first night they weren’t getting enough calls so they expanded the Tiger topics to include reaction to recent gas price hikes. When they weren’t getting calls the second night they asked listeners what their favorite potatoes were. I’m not making this up.
Across the street from Comerica is the majestic old Fox theatre where only weeks ago a packed house booed Charlie Sheen off the stage. Of course, why did they pay to see him in the first place?
There is a Ford hospital, and I’m told it’s not just for former Pinto owners.
Drove past the “Self Esteem Store”. What exactly do they sell there?
Went with the broadcast crew to check out the Motown museum. This is a MUST SEE. Out of this modest little house came some of the greatest music of the last half-century. Will we ever forget “My Girl”, “Dancing in the Streets”, “Baby Love”, or “First I Look at the Purse”? I just assumed there would be two hundred people lined up to get in. Nope. Just six or seven tourists. This is music Mecca, people! We broke off from the guided tour (suffice to say Barry Gordy didn’t need the Self Esteem store) and wandered downstairs to the little basement that served as the recording studio for all those solid gold Motown hits. We were in the presence of greatness and peeling linoleum. Seeing how close those little houses were to each other, I wonder if the neighbors complained to keep the damn music down all night.
You must try a Coney Dog. It’s a regional favorite – a hot dog smothered in chili, mustard, and chopped onions. I recommend “American Coney Island” downtown, but right next door is another Coney Island stand that’s the exact same thing. Apparently, one family started the business, there was a falling out, and several members split off and opened their own stand – right next door.
The mighty Mariners swept all three games! The highlight – Mariners’ catcher, Miguel Olivo hit a long fly ball to Ryan Raburn in left. Raburn tried to backhand the ball and it kangarooed off his mitt over the wall for a home run. (Only time I can recall something similar is when a ball bounced off Jose Canseco’s head for a home run – fortunately, there was no further neurological damage left to be done) Fans on Tiger Talk were outraged and also agreed that “Russet” was the best potato.
On to Beantown where the weather was considerably better and warmer. And after the long winter, relieved Bostonians took to the streets. It was like 5,000,000 Salman Rushdies coming out of hiding.
All of the Duck Tours were out in full force. So be very careful crossing the street. How embarrassing to get run over by a boat!
Stayed at the Copley Westin, a swank hotel. Did not get assigned a room by the gym. Just by the ice machine.
The U.S.S. Constitution has once again been commissioned. So it’s available again for booze cruises.
Trying to dissuade folks from dining at a certain eatery on Boylston, some disgruntled former employees (I guess) have set up a giant inflatable rat on the street right in front of their outdoor patio along with signs that warn of rat droppings in the food. On the other hand, people could just mistake the place for Chuck E. Cheese.
Fenway Park remains the cathedral of baseball, especially now that the Metrodome is no longer in use. You can almost hear the ghosts of Ted Williams and Bobby Doerr beckoning you into the team gift store where “Yankees Suck” Mothers’ Day earrings are now on sale.
|Me and my son, Matt inside the Green Monster|
Checked to see that my name was still on one of the concrete pillars. The greats of the game have all signed the antiquated pillars and walls. And yep. There mine was – right next to baseball immortal, Rachel Maddow.
Press room dinners are a highlight for me. Every night we broadcasters converge and discuss the finer points of the game. The big topic Friday night: which team hotel has the best showerheads on the road? The general consensus: Boston and Dallas. We were going to discuss potatoes but the game was starting.
The Mariners took the first two thus running their winning streak to five -- thanks entirely to a certain lucky charm announcer who was assigned to this trip. Game three they lost but hey, it wasn’t my fault. I’m not a player.
Lowlight: Mariners’ baserunner Milton Bradley getting ejected Saturday night for arguing a call that wasn’t even at his base.
Highlight: When we arrived home late Sunday night and the buses pulled into deserted Safeco Field, there were three fans waiting for us, standing in the dark, hoisting a big cardboard sign that said “Good Job”.
April in Detroit and Boston – if you go with the Seattle Mariners it’s more fun than April in Paris.
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