Out on the Left Coast, the Munchkin and the boys spent the day trying to get their body clocks reset and work out the kinks of a whirlwind trip to Japan and 2 unGodly flights, as every non pitcher not named Manny or Coco worked out today. They play the Dodgers in Dodger Stadium tonight, then head down the 405 (No clue if that's what it's called. Poetic license and all that) for a exhibition in the LA Coliseum, where 115,000 are expected.
For an exhibition game.
In California, where people arrive late and leave early to beat the traffic, there is no NFL team (no matter it's the 2nd biggest TV market), and following celebrities around is considered a sport.
Hank Steinbrenner can take that "there is no Red Sox nation" quote and bite my tweeter. I can GUARANTEE you there will be more red than blue in the stadium tomorrow night. Then it's off to Oakland, then Toronto, and then? Home. And that brutal 21 day road trip will be, thankfully, a thing of the past.
A VERY Happy Birthday tomorrow to my little boy Trot. Turning 2, he starts that road from baby to little boy and in a great example of being like Dad, he's sick on his birthday. He's got some type of wicked diaper rash along with an infected finger that is as red as a beet and apparently hurts at any type of movement. Remember everybody: antibiotics are your friend.
Just like his namesake though, he's a true Dirt Dog and is gutting his way through the pain. At least as much as a two year old Mama's boy can.
So Happy Birthday, little Trot.
Daddy loves you.
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