Showing posts with label sing sing. Show all posts
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Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Boys of Summer book Entry #75

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Interviewing Karl Bailey
Karl Bailey is a great friend and tremendous piano player who helped support us by getting the crowd to donate at the sing-along bar he plays at, "Sing Sing". Between sets, I pulled him outside and asked him to share a favorite baseball story.


KB:
I haven’t been to a MLB park in 20-25 years, and I got a gig at Anaheim Stadium. And I forgot, they’re such religious places. I got there and it wasn’t a baseball night. It was just a (private) party. So I got there early and it was me and the grounds people. So I walk in and came out the tunnel where the seats are and every hair on my arm stood up on end. It was like a holy place. And I remembered an interview with Paul Simon where he was talking about a song he wrote where the words were “Crosses in the ball field, crosses in the ball field” and he was talking about how he used to go to New York and he used to see their church revivals and the whole thing just hit me. It just -- I’m getting it again right now an eerie feeling -- then the groundskeeper said, “Do you want to go stand on home plate?” And I said, you’re kidding me. And he said, “Nobody’s here, man. We can do whatever we want.” I said, yes please. So he took me down and I walked out onto the Major League field and walked up and put my foot on home plate and just looked out at the field. That’s my baseball story -- and it’s really not even baseball, it’s music.

July 17, 2004 - Dad
Wheeling, W. VA


I wake up to a steady rainfall. Bob has gone to take Annamaria to catch her train. He stops at his office away from home, Kinko’s, then arrives back at the camp in the early afternoon. We decide to pack up and figure out later where we will sleep. Karl and his fiancĂ©e, Darah, have invited us to lunch at the Rock Bottom Brewery. The food is delicious and the conversation is lively and interesting. 


After lunch we make our way to PNC Ballpark. It is a beautiful facility, my favorite of the new/old ballparks and a solid second to Fenway overall. Our seats are excellent, behind 3rd base in the first level under the second level. It turns out to be a beautiful night interrupted by some light showers that the players don’t seem to notice. 


The game is an exciting one that the Pirates end up winning, their 9th home win in a row. After the game we take our time to film some of the many visual opportunities around the ballpark.  Since we are packed, we decide to drive a ways to find a motel. We end up in Wheeling, West Virginia.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Boys of Summer Book - Entry #73

July 17, 2004 - Bob
Pittsburgh, PA
We're in Pittsburgh -- got in late yesterday. We drove the 250 miles or so which, to us, is easy pickins at this point. Annamaria was still with us and she has a wonderfully calming effect on me -- she's my Bella, to be sure. We had to scramble around Pittsburgh looking for a campground (as we had no digs here) and eventually found one (after finding a Kinko's where I could plug in my laptop -- like I'm doing right here, the next morning). 
It's a very different kind of site -- more of a mobile park than a traditional campground like we have been staying in. the people are very nice and the price is right ($16 a night). 
We went into the Rock Bottom Brewery/Sing Sing last night to see Karl Bailey, a friend of mine through my sis (he's also a piano player/singer at the sing-a-long bar here). 
He was amazing to us -- got us in, we met his beautiful fiancee, then he took about 5-10 minutes of the show and had the crowd singing “Take Me Out to the Ballgame”. We taped it all -- good footage -- then he went on to pimp our cause a bit which I was amazed by. We handed out some cards and people seemed very into it. 
We got back to the campsite late -- it's about 45 minutes out of town but there was middle of the night construction on a two-way road -- D'oh! We got to sleep about 12:45 and had to be up at 5 AM to take Annamaria to her train. It was very hard to say goodbye to her. I am taking a lot on in this trip and it really helps to have her around because she's such a good partner. We play together and work together very well and I simply enjoy her presence. She's got beautiful light about her. 
So...off she went, on her first train ride in America (she's ridden trains in her trips to Italy, but never in the States). 
I'll see her soon -- but in the moment, my heart aches.
I just got a call from the New York Mets -- they are going to give us a couple of tickets and field passes. That will help us greatly and I am deeply appreciative of their kindness. 
It's funny -- I've only had two teams who really seemed to have not gotten it so far. One was the Tigers -- they never gave me any information until the day of the game when their ironically named "Tiger Care" representative, Tony Burns said: you've been talking to the wrong department (for the last several weeks -- would have been nice to let me know when I could have done something about it, eh?). 
Their Media Rep, Cliff Russell did all he could and was very nice -- but it was last minute and a Yankee game. He actually did pull three media passes out for us at the last second, but by then we had already purchased tickets and were in the ball game. I do appreciate his efforts, though. 
Another disappointment that day was that our local Parkinson Contact (not John -- another man who set us up with John) disappeared on game day after telling us where to go for a pre-party (we purchased a bunch of pizza and soda for people who never showed) and telling us he'd pick up the extra tickets we might have. Well...we left 10 tickets for him at Will Call and still haven't heard from him. We'll see. I would hate for us to have to eat that $180 -- but it wouldn't be the first time. 
I don't mean to be doom and gloom -- there are a lot of wonderful things going on, too -- like John Trudeau, Maria Gebhardt (God Bless her for all the work she's putting in) and Karl Bailey, for example. 
It has been a trip of peaks and valleys -- that's probably the best way to describe it. Can't know the sweet unless you've tasted the sour, eh? 
I wear a yin-yang around my neck pretty much every day and it reminds me of this: balance and the interconnected nature of life. 
"It all goes in," Stephen King once said. 
"Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans," John Lennon once said. 
Wise dudes, I say. 
Until next time. 

Friday, October 21, 2011

Boys of Summer book Entry #72

Park Number 12 (of 30), Comerica Park

New York 5, Detroit 1
WP: J. Contreras (7-3)   LP: J. Bonderman (6-7)

Oakland 4, ChiSox 2 - We win, We WIN, WE FINALLY WIN!!!

July 16, 2004 - Bob
Pittsburgh, PA


We saw Comerica on Thursday; interesting park -- beautiful, actually, at first appearance. I wonder though, after walking out,  if it might not all be a bit too much -- like it's really trying (kind of Disneyesque-over-the-top). Don't get me wrong - it's a great place to see a game. And at first glance, the outside decor is a real eye-catcher, but I don't know if it has a lasting beauty...maybe it's not made to be so. Then again, maybe it will grow into the city and the city into it. You’ve gotta start somewhere.

I’m reminded sometimes how good I have it. I can bitch and moan and be pissy about the problems (as I perceive them) in front of me or I can look at a wider view and remember to be thankful. Our host, John Trudeau, is an excellent reminder of sweetness, kindness and someone who truly understands giving from the heart.

When he says, “It’s nice to just have some company” I really want to cry -- talk about a broken heart. His wife of 28 years left him, his boys aren’t around and he suffers from a number of debilitating ailments including Parkinson Disease and yet, somehow, he finds a way to be happy with what he’s got. He keeps getting up -- he keeps going. He is an inspiration and a wonderful reminder to count my many blessings.

He has been through so much and he opened his house to us without even having met us. Wow. I get choked up just thinking about his kindness.

July 16, 2004 - Dad
Pittsburgh, PA


John is a very gracious host despite his mobility problems.  He has difficulty sleeping and is up when we awake at 5:45 a.m. to get Paulette to the airport. John’s last words to me were "Don’t let this disease eat you." 

After saying good bye to Paulette, we are off of Pittsburgh. It is a visual treat with all its rivers, bridges and hills. I have a very difficult time getting my sense of direction. We find a camp ground about 35 miles outside of Pittsburgh. 

After setting up camp, we are off to Sing Sing for a fundraiser.  Karl Bailey is our host and does a great job of entertaining and telling our story. Karl and my daughter Christine worked together at Sing Sing in San Diego. The crowd is very supportive and generous. We are back to our campsite by 12:30 p.m. and ready for sleep.


July 16, 2004 - Mom
Walnut Creek, CA

When we left the Payzants, I started realizing I was going to be going home and be alone for five weeks.

It was very, very hard for me to meet John. He is such a nice man. But when I left, it scared me. He had the rigidity like Dad. I just projected what life would be like for Dad -- and that sent me spiraling (the fear). I was feeling very anxious (at the Detroit airport). Very sad and scared. I knew I was coming home for five weeks without seeing him -- a long time.

Seeing John Trudeau and thinking about Danny pushed me over the edge. It really frightened me.

I was in denial. I tried to put on a happy face for Dan. We know each other too well.

The next five weeks were a spiral.