Has the whole world gone crazy?!?
Postseason workout days challenge writers in many ways — coming up with clever story angles when there’s not a game, making your travel arrangements work so as to be there for early afternoon starts, etc. etc. This is not a complaint, as I absolutely love the postseason. It’s just that workout days are more of a challenge than game days.
But this is the big one: food. You arrive at the park late morning or very early afternoon, and you’re there until the evening. And there just. is. no. food. The popcorn machine? Turned off. Peanuts? No way. The box lunches that we get on game days? Ha!
So veteran scribes know to be creative. I bring a little bag of munchies — today a granola bar and some potato chips, sometimes some fruit, whatever. And then there’s the sad case of one out-of-town writer, who arrived at Busch Stadium with a tasty burger and fries. He sat it down, turned to speak with another writer, looked back — and his fries were gone.
This, friends, is just wrong. Just plain wrong. I hope they cause great indigestional distress for the person who swiped them.
Now, you’ll have to excuse me. I need to go home and have some dinner. I’m starting to fade a little bit — nothing but a granola bar and pringles since this morning, y’know.