The Epic Baseball Trip Draws to a Close

Wednesday, 7/5
Davenport, Iowa

My first time in a luxury box.

Thursday
Champaign, IL

Planbreaker takes a picture of Balgavy and KFan under the REO Speedwagon street sign. Unfortunately, no such photo was taken under the sign for Roger Ebert Street.

The custard in Champaign was more to Balgavy's liking than Ted Drewes was.


After custard, we went back to Amy and Donovan's. Balgavy made me shave so my Summer Stache would truly sparkle. I was also goaded into putting on my Summer Dan shirt.

Summer Dan visits Danville Stadium.

The Posse

After the game, we got some drinks at a bar. Balgavy and some of Donovan and Amy's friends spoke about the book The Game all night. At 2 am, we were told it was last call. Balgavy went up to the blonde waitress, showed her his NY driver's license and said that he was used to drinking until 4 in NYC so what could she do for him? She replied, "I've got some whiskey in my apartment if you want to come over." Balgavy, fresh from his knowledge of The Game and how to close the deal knew how to react.

He:
A. Replied with a smart answer, took the waitress home and treated her to the night of her life. I picked him up the next morning on the way to Kansas City.
B. Pulled her close, kissed her on the lips, and is still in Champaign as we speak.
C. Didn't reply at all and simply walked away from her. Went back to Amy and Donovan's lamenting his fortune and then brushed up on The Game once again.


Friday
Yeah that's right - D for Dan and M for Marc. I'm sporting the Danville Dans cap that I acquired the night before and Marc is sporting last year's purchase of a High Desert Mavericks cap.

Kansas City, Kansas

Kansas City, Missouri

Saturday
We spent the day driving around in vain looking for an American Legion baseball tournament before deciding to go see Superman Returns

Then it was time for the last game of the trip.

After the game, we got some burgers where we were served by the previously mentioned waitress who kept pouring salt into her arm wound.

Then we headed to a great dive bar before looking for a motel near the airport.

After about two or so hours of sleep, Balgavy drove me to the airport before gassing up the rental car and giving the young motel clerk our leftover fireworks from Memphis "The Chimes of Freedom" which I was very sad to never light. At least, some youngster in Kansas City got some joy out of it.

I'm heading to Asia for over a month on Friday. I plan on blogging on the trip.

First stop: Seoul