The clubhouse hasn’t even opened yet and it has already been a long day. Then again, any day that begins with a 5 a.m., wake-up call will be long. Made even longer, of course, by the inevitable flight delay.
My seat in the DC pressbox was right next to the wireless antennae, but it doesn’t work there. Had to move, right behind a post in the third row, for the wireless to work. I felt like the guy on top of the roof, standing on one leg and holding the antennae over his head to pick up the signal. Got it! Don’t move.
All this, of course, explains coming late to the post.
I did have an interesting cab ride out here. He had to be well into his 70s. He wanted to talk about ball players and girls. I can’t imagine where he’d get the idea where ballplayers liked the ladies.