Setting sail for home

Mission Control, here.

It’s been an exciting few days, with the setback in Seattle and the push for Oakland, but Base is ready to sleep in his own bed. Chasing teams is tough work, and with road conditions, construction, and the dangerously unpredictable weather this season, Base has decided to make his way home. He’s not rushing but will conquer a few hundred miles at a time.  He’s literally on the other side of the country, and there’s a lot to see.

He wants you to know he’s had fun when he wasn’t stuck in traffic or dealing with the incredibly rude staff at Safeco Field (we see you Seattle and we aren’t impressed) because his passion is driving and baseball and games and meeting new people.  I wanted him to push on, at least to next Friday when he was due in the Great Lakes anyway, but you know what – this isn’t my adventure.  I’m not the one behind the wheel for 12-hours at a time, driving unfamiliar roads and dealing with uncooperative apps (we see you too, WAZE).

Andy Rooney Dog is riding shotgun and they’re ready for one more adventure.

Co-Pilot, Andy Rooney Dog

As Dr. Suess said, “don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.” I’ll do both, thank you very much.

I’m still Misson Control until he pulls in the driveway, and there may yet be a few more stories and pictures left on this trip, so don’t go far.

End of the game….

I got to let it go.

It was an idea born a long while ago. When there were only 24 teams in the MLB. As can be seen from the archives of this blog, I attempted this back in 2011. Back then, the end was not so rosy.

It is fitting that the accident on that previous journey, and the missing of the game yesterday, came on Memorial Day.

This time though, I just missed a baseball game.

Not rear ended by a drunk driver. Not a broken spine……not a list of other issues. Not a continuing feeling of doom. Alls of which I still suffer/struggle with.

I will now treat that as my old life.

These last days of fun, and they were fun, act for me now as closure.
I had to give it a shot.

Through all my medical procedures, (and ongoing) and the rest of all the stuff is now my life. I am feeling pretty punchy and sore at this ponit in the trip. Cannot see me getting up in 7 hours……..to make a 12 hour drive to Oakland.

The process of 30 in 30 has gotten me thru much in the past seven years. Every season I would figure out a “virtual trip” with the hope I might be able to accomplish it someday. Up to now, physically & mentally, I would not have even attempted it. I had spoken with some of my friends, to go along……..but I really REALLY like the solitude of the road.

I have come a long way, from not even being able to get in a car…………..then with something to mask my eyes……to reacting to every beep, when riding. I really only got even comfortable in a drivers seat in the six months. I still have more than a few issues that limits my ability to do so.

I would also like to say here, that if due to my inability in this new task of my driving capabilities…..combined with continuing fatigue, caused me to hurt someone, I would not like that at all. Not at all. On that as a sidebar, even with all the miles I have logged in the last week, I still think I am the safest one out there.

The fact that I tried to do this is great. The fact that I am giving up the thought of it being a “life’s mission” is even greater.

For the fact I now have learned is that baseball is not life.
Life is Life.
Baseball has just always been my passion, since I cannot even remember when. Now I can just be a fan.

I have a real passion.
I cannot wait to see her. She has gone far to long w/o my attention.
I am so happy.
Mission Control, this ship is coming home.

I think i am going to take up painting.

Postcards from the Road – Safeco Field


Who knew there would be a 5 car pileup in Easton, Washington.?

Who knew that it would be a quick game?
(Mariners won 2-1)

I listened to it on the radio during the traffic backup. If the game had been of normal length, I might have gotten there in time.

And even though I had a ticket….they wouldn’t let me into the gift shop (that was open when I got there)

On to Oakland…
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On the road to Boise

Mission Control, here.

With Game 1 in the books (Rockies vs Reds), Base booked it to Laramie, WY for some well-deserved sleep. Today is a travel day where he’ll travel to Boise, ID to overnight, so he’s already got an early start. It’s 700 miles and a 10-hour trip, so delays are out of the question if he wants to get a good night’s rest. There may a post-game report on last night game as soon as Base settles in for the evening, or he may dictate from the road. The day is young, so we’ll see.

He’ll be taking the most direct route – 80 to 84. There’s some construction on 84, but he’s got Sirius XM in the car so he’ll be well entertained.

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For what tis worth, the rules…..

As someone once said, “Rules, there are no rules”

For those that might want to peek back at the archive of the failed trip attempt in 2011, you may do so….for me, back then, I was going to attempt to see every pitch of every game…..though not committed to it.

Since seven years ago I have refined & defined any such standard too, for there is no substitute for being safe on the road, as follows:

Being at the ballpark for the first pitch, or the last.
MUST BE there at the 7th inning stretch.
I think these are conditions I can live with.

I have no issue missing the top of one…..or a bit more. I have no desire to hang around a game that is like 11-2 in the eighth and ninth innings. I can listen to the end said game on the radio, as I get towards the next spot.

Not going to try to eat or drink anything at a ballpark. Under normal conditions, I have been known to spend a good deal of loot on ballpark food. I have NO ISSUE whatsoever, as to the prices of things. It is just that on the road, and under conditions of trying to eat healthy while on the journey, that probably does not run concurrently with a big-ol plate of nachos.

Believe me, though, I enjoy a dog and a beer at a game. And tis more likely that I’ll indulge over the course. the enjoyment is in the experience…….experiences should never (or rarely) be uncomfortable.