Season Preview 2022

Okay, yeah, it's been a long time and a lot has changed. Let's leave it at that.

Like the Mets, Rob started the season on the road, watching the team outlast the Phillies yesterday, 9-6, in an ugly, four-hour, 12-pitcher, matinee. On Sunday, Melvin will see the White Sox host the Rays, the first of many games he will attend at Guar'rate Field. Let's hope that goes better. (It didn't.)

Image courtesy of the National Park Service.

After a couple of aborted attempts, it looks like we will at last get to Northern California and Nevada this June. Trip planning has prompted questions like, Manzanar National Historic Site or the Clown Motel? How stark a choice is that?

That itinerary will open with our return to Las Vegas -- new stadium, new team name -- and includes a couple of other repeats for Melvin. Eight games total, over half at Triple-A or higher.

Still only penciled in, there might be a late-August, early-September, Upper Midwest circuit featuring lots of Sox, Twins home and away (that's fraternal), Saints and Snappers Sky Carp and Slammers, Dogs and 'cats.

Fred Nats. Nuff said.

Rob bought the smallest ticket package offered by the Mets and quickly unloaded one-third of the games. Melvin proved a better fan, purchasing a quarter-season of ChiSox. Lots of baseball to look forward to.

Headline writers across America, apparently suffering from some creative block, proclaimed in unison, "Baseball is back!" (Whose fault was it that the 2022 season was ever in question?) We're back too, at least at the ballpark. It's too early for any predictions about the blog.

Answers:

1. Manzanar NHS.

2. Pretty stark.

3. The owners.