TAMPA, Fla. — Greetings from the Lee Roy Selmon International Airport and Waffle House. We’re waiting for a flight to Baltimore.
For only the third time since starting this curious business, I’ve gone from an evening event to the airport the next morning without sleeping.
It happened last year when the Sox played a Sunday night game against the Yankees at Fenway and then had a day game in Detroit the next day. I got out of Fenway at 2 a.m. and had a 6 a.m. flight to Detroit. Rather than go home, I read the paper in an all-night diner and went to Logan.
The first time was much more fun. I covered a fight in Vegas and played blackjack until my fight the next day.
Airports are interesting places, even this early in the morning. There are was a guy in front of me in the security line in green surgical scrubs who was carrying a small dog. I assume he’s some sort of flying veterinarian.
Then there was an old lady who put her cup of coffee through the x-ray machine. This greatly annoyed the TSA people and in turn befuddled the old lady. She couldn’t understand what all the fuss was about. Had her coffee spilled on my MacBook, she would have seen what all the fuss was about and then some.
Not much else to tell you except that sleeping in my window seat sounds pretty good right about now. Oh, and never put drinks through the x-ray machine. That apparently is on Page 1 of the TSA manual.