Saturday, February 13, 2010


Spring Training is officially here. We left this afternoon from Boston and headed south to New York City around 2:30, an hour later than we had wanted, but packing takes longer than you think when you’re moving most of your belonging across the country. Last New Year’s Eve we took a drive down to NYC to celebrate the holiday and the trip took us about 3 1/2 hours. Things were looking great this time around too, until all hell broke loose when we got just outside the city at about 5:30 or so, rush hour. It took us almost 4 hours to drive the remaining thirty minutes into the southern tip of Manhattan. We finally arrived at around 9:00 p.m.

I parked outside of one of my college buddies apartments and waited for him to come down to show me where to park. He lives in the very crowded financial district so parking is tough to come by. He is somewhat new to the city and mostly uses the subway, so he’s still learning how to get around everywhere by car. He jumped in and we decided to park in the garage adjacent to his building and leave the car overnight. As we drove around his place he thought the next right would lead us around to where we wanted to be. It ended up taking us through a tunnel and into Brooklyn, a five minute drive to somewhere we had no interest in going.

After driving for a while we finally came out of the tunnel and arrived at a toll booth. The toll was six bucks, a big waste of money for someplace we weren't even trying to go to. I asked my buddy if he could grab my wallet out of the glove box for me. He opened it up but couldn’t find it. I told him to search the floor, or check behind the seat. Nothing. I started getting nervous. I pulled up to the toll and told the guy my problem.

“Dude, I don’t know what happened, but we were trying to pull into a parking garage and we ended up in Brooklyn. I don’t have any money on me I’m sorry.” He let out a big sigh. He seemed like he had heard this one before. He stuck his head out his small window, "doesn't your buddy have six bucks on him." Casey had left his wallet up in his apartment. "No, he doesn't have anything on him either." “OK just give me your license then.” he said. I tried not laughing, “I don’t have my license on me. It’s in my bag that my girlfriend took into the apartment we dropped her off at.” He looked at me like I was an idiot, rightfully so. “OK, give me your buddies license then.” My friend leaned over to my window. “I don’t have my license either man, I left my wallet up in my apartment. I just ran out to help him get into the parking garage.” Now the guy got really pissed. “OK, first of all I should write you down for not having a license. You know you can’t drive without a license! Put the car in park!

He grabbed his radio and called someone, asking for a police officer. I figured I was at least getting some kind of ticket, maybe even getting my car taken. The cop wasn’t a very friendly guy. By this time we had been sitting there for at least five minutes and backed up a shit ton of traffic trying to get into Brooklyn on a Friday night. “The toll guy” told the cop the story. The officer took a slow glance over at us. I could see the word running through his head over and over again. Idiots, idiots, idiots. He started reading out our license plate to the other guy. “Come with me!” I put the car in drive and started forward. He started moving the center barrier to let us make a U-turn to head back to the city. He jumped in front of traffic coming from the other side, stopping everyone so we could turn around and head back to Manhattan. My buddy rolled down his window to thank him. “Thank you sir, I really appreciate it. We aren’t from the city, I’m sorry. The cop turned around, “I don’t care where your from!!!!” I got scared and gunned it towards the toll on the other side. We pulled up and stopped, waiting for the guy to let us through. “Six dollars,” he said. Holy shit not this again. Right before I started to retell my whole story a voice came over his radio telling him to let us through. Thank God. I slammed the pedal to get out of there before they changed their mind. We both broke out in laughter.

Day 2: Kentucky


  1. Oh yeah you were definately in NYC with responses and attitudes like that, and by the way you were around the corner from Juniors at that toll booth ;)

    Lets hope the rest of the trip is a bit more uneventful than that!

  2. Looking forward to reading the rest of the journey to Peoria.

  3. Haha yeah he wasn't in the best of moods

  4. Lol thanks...hopefully it goes smoother than that

  5. nice work lol. i feel you though. from all the traveling i did, i always forget something.

    when you take over at 2b for the padres were all going out there to visit!