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This
year’s trip was yet another exciting and successful adventure into
the world of Major League Baseball. Gary Klockenga and I have to
give it high marks even though we did have to go to the East Coast
to experience it. Last year both of our work schedules were
completely out of hand, which left neither time nor money for our
annual trip. So, this year we attacked our planning almost as MLB
was releasing this season’s schedule.
Since
Gary had never been to New York or Boston, I agreed to allow him to
pick these sites for this year’s trip (if you read Sports Talk
last week, you know that I would pick going to the West Coast
virtually every year). I had previously seen games in Shea Stadium
and in Fenway Park. And although I had been to Yankee Stadium on two
or three previous trips, I had never seen a game there (mostly
because of newlywed Anne Wolske Harnly. In the summer of 1978 I gave
her the choice of seeing the Yankees or the "King & I"…who
would have thought that she’d pick Yul Brenner over Bobby Murcer?).
Have
you ever seen those books with titles something like "See
Europe on $8 a day"? That is usually how these trips are
possible for Gary and me. We have been known to: drive all night (we
usually get spectacular gas mileage), go days without food (or at
least maximize any snack raiding we did before our departure), sleep
in the car, impose on our friends (former friends?), experiment with
new technologies and strategies (however, the legal agreement that I
am currently bound to with Mr. Klockenga prohibits me from releasing
any of our secrets. Should you care to discuss any of these matters
with him, I might be able to locate him for you. Until then his
current address and phone number must remain a mystery. However, if
you care to call him with kudos and compliments for another
well-planned trip, I think you can find him in the book in beautiful
Carlock!).
In
the past, these trips have all been pulled off without a hitch. (By
the way, I should point out here that we are blessed with awesome
wives! I’ve been told by other wives to leave their husbands alone…that
they are not letting their husbands traipse across the country on
any "Mayfield excursions." [As a side note…that type of
rude comment cuts to the quick and hurts me very deeply. I will
reflect on their words…probably while I’m on my next trip]. Our
wives know that if they can get along without us for a weekend, that
when we do return THEY GET completely rejuvenated husbands! When I
return home from a sports trip, I’m usually completely refreshed
and ready to do almost anything for my wife. That is, of course,
after a few days on the couch to maximize a complete and total
recovery. I caution any man returning from such a trip to not
immediately attack your wife’s TO DO list. The likelihood of
sustaining a career-ending injury is nearly 100 percent…so why
take the chance? Your wife and kids will need you so much more in
the future that any risk you take as soon as you get home is
foolhardy! Besides, if you do anything constructive in her eyes
within the first 48 hours of your return…you’re making all the
rest of us look pretty bad…SO DON’T DO IT!)
As
plans were made for this year’s trip, time and money were not
coming together. We had to employ a seldom-used rule. Thankfully our
wives and the previously mentioned kibitzing wives get credit for
coming up with this one. Over the last decade several of these wives
have shown us husbands bags and packages of stuff that they have
picked up at so-called sales at one of our local malls or outlet
centers. Most men shudder in disbelief or shock when this happens,
but not me. Our wives proudly explain to us how much money we just
saved!
Borrowing
from the tenet that they have taught me, I began to calculate how
much money Gary and I have saved our families over the years by
scrimping on our trips. I’m still working on an exact figure, but
according to my calculations we have several thousand dollars at our
disposal over the next decade. And if you tack on all of the money
that our wives have saved our families shopping in just the last
decade, we may have to quit our jobs just to spend it all!
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column in this section)
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With
that in mind, I announced to Gary that we were not driving this year…that
we were flying. Unfortunately for us, this eleventh hour
proclamation was made too late in the summer, and the airfares were
among some of the highest I have seen in years.
That
would have devastated most people, but not me. If you’re willing
to do your homework, there’s always going to be a way to
accomplish your goals.
I
logged on to Priceline.com! A former Lincoln resident, Curt Swan,
who got smart and returned to his home just outside of Clearwater,
Fla., had just told me of his sweet Priceline deal when I saw him in
Louisville, Ky. I typed in all of the pertinent info and hit the
submit button. After they had time to laugh hysterically and pick
themselves up off the floor, they sent me a rejection notice. I
called Gary and gave him my strategy. Most people fold under the
pressure, but we’re not most people. We’re athletes…and we’re
businessmen! We don’t fold under the pressure! In fact, we’re
oblivious to it.
I
made one small change and submitted it again. This time they sent
back a snide remark. I don’t know how you react when you receive
rude and crude comments. I try to always display Christian love and
charity. Priceline said that if I submitted my ridiculous request
that there would be only a four percent chance that we would get
that price. So, what’s their point?! I quickly responded that it
was my final answer…I mean offer. They bought it! Gary and I were
on our way to the Big Apple for one of the lowest airfares I have
ever seen!
We
arrived in New York on a beautiful summer’s day, and things just
kept getting better for us. Gary was able to swing an unbelievable
deal on a rental car, and when the clerk went to get our car they
had to give us a free upgrade. We got a new car with only 20 miles
on it. From there we drove to our hotel accommodations and then made
our way to the ballpark.
Our
first stop on Baseball Trip 2000 was Shea Stadium. This part of the
story is so far-fetched that it almost sounds like a novel. But it’s
true…and I have witnesses to prove it.
The
New York Mets accepted our request for LDN to receive media
credentials for that night’s game against the Colorado Rockies.
Can you believe it? Not only did they let Gary and me sit in the
press box, they let Preston Carnahan impersonate Tom Seggelke…and
that’s quite an act on any stage!
We
saw a great game that night in Shea, but I have never seen so many
law enforcement personnel at a game before. In fact, the last time I
saw so many cops at the same event was in a Blues Brothers movie.
The game was won 7-5 by the Rockies. Brian Bohanon (7-8) was the
winner, and Glendon Rusch (8-10) took the loss. We were not counted
in the paid attendance of 29,832 since we got the freebies!
We
were also entertained throughout the evening by one of the world’s
richest men, Donald Trump. Donald was sitting about 20 rows below
us, and it was fun watching people bug him all night.
Shea
Stadium has worn well through the years. The field seems to be in
good condition, and the scoreboards and other accessories seem to be
adequate. The food was average and the prices are high.
I
have never been a fan of the Mets, but they did give us press
passes. For that reason alone, I have to give them high marks. That’s
about all there is to say about our night at Shea.
(Note: This narrative
continues tomorrow with a trip to Yankee Stadium.)
[Jeff
Mayfield]
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