The drive to another airport is never easy, even at 10 p.m. in the
middle of the week.
As you read this on Saturday morning, my wife and I are in New
York exercising one of the following options:
* We are celebrating the return of the home field advantage to the
Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim.
* We are marveling at the pitching skills of Randy Johnson who led
his team to victory Friday and all but assured a Yankees series
victory.
* We are about to attend the game that was supposed to be played
Friday night but was rained out.
Although we have five tickets for the game, we came to New York
not to see the Angels in Yankee Stadium but to celebrate the 60th
birthday of my brother, Michael. The birthday was an excuse to go see
the game.
Our trip from Costa Mesa started with the driver, yours truly,
taking the wrong freeway to get to LAX. I've made the trip hundreds
of times, but for a reason known only to psychologists, I took the
Harbor Freeway north instead of staying on the San Diego Freeway.
That blunder was followed by another when I missed the entrance to
Lot C, which is the lot for extended parking. So, I doubled back.
Amateur shrinks are now having a field day.
At the airport, the shuttle took us to a very crowded upper level.
Ten o'clock and it was bumper-to-bumper. Not usually one to complain
on travel days, I muttered to Cay that they should tear down LAX and
start all over.
She agreed and told me that the money we saved by traveling to LAX
and taking a red eye was not worth it. I agreed with that and began
to appreciate John Wayne Airport even more.
At the American Airlines terminal, we used the self-service kiosk
to check-in, then began the misery of two security checks.
As we boarded the plane, we agreed that this was the
slowest-loading plane on which we'd ever been.
Even the flight attendants were getting a little tense with their
admonitions to hurry up.
As much as we are looking forward to the game and to seeing my
brother and his family, we have to admit that the prospect of seeing
the Angels in Yankee Stadium is awesome.
Our second choice would be to listen to the game on the radio,
even if it were televised. That's a choice on which we both agreed
just a few days ago as we were listening to game two.
That may be because these two, type-A multi-taskers can get
something else done while listening to the game. Television, on the
other hand, commands one's full attention.
If we had to watch the game, it is always fun to go out to a bar
