July 24, 2004 - BOB
Chicago, IL
We’re in Chicago and headed to Cleveland. Wonderful people, the Tumeas. A warm and loving group. Joyce made us a most delicious breakfast including...I want to get this right -- German Pancakes? Maybe not. Something like it though -- quite delicious.
We have a bit of trouble getting out of Chicago. Tough with the time we’ve allotted. No one’s fault -- just better planning needed. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
We are low on Coscto donations - D’oh! need to rework some of our old contacts. I’m feeling the the money strain a bit right now. Costco, to date, has been extremely generous -- helping offset our gas costs with about $600 in cash card donations. Many, many thanks to them.
I believe strongly in our group in KC and their ability to put together a big event for us. I wish I believed more strongly in Milwaukee. The Parkinson group is not shaping up there I wish it would. They’re great people -- it just takes a particular kind of person with the time, vision and community for what we’re doing.
The road is opening up before us. I need to do my part to stay in a positive frame at this point. I’m hoping Cleveland’s a little closer than Dad had figured -- otherwise we’re going to be late. I hate being late to the game. I’ll take a look and see how we’re rolling.
Want to hold back the need to pee for now. Don’t want to stop again for a while if I can avoid it. Bladder be damned, we have baseball to see!
July 24,2004 - DAD
Cleveland, OH
We are up for a very enjoyable breakfast with Tony and Joyce and are on the road by 9:30 to Cleveland. It turns out that this is the tenth anniversary of Jacob’s Field. During that ten years the "Jake" had a record 455 sellouts. We are on a very tight schedule which does not allow us to visit the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. It is another great evening for baseball.
Nothing was developed with local Parkinsonians, so this is baseball on its own. The Indians are playing the Kansas City Royals. We watch a very entertaining game and are on the road again. We have an afternoon game at Shea Stadium in New York tomorrow close to 400 miles away so we drive through the night.
July 24, 2004 - Bob
Cleveland, OH
The Jake (even it’s name suggests it’s friendliness) has a fantastic old dixie-style trio walking around singing songs like, “When the Tribe...comes marching in...”. Now this place definitely feels like baseball to me. Though the fans still talk about the “good old days” in the ‘90s -- when the Tribe put a good team on the field year in and year out -- they love the Jake as a place to come watch their young guys and feel like they’re a team on the rise. Judging by the game we saw tonight, I’d have to agree.
It was the most exciting finish we’ve had so far, with rookie Grady Sizemore, in something like his 17th at bat of the year, dropping the game-winning RBI in to give Cleveland the “W”. It didn’t matter that the Indians are at least a year away, in all likelihood. It didn’t matter that it came against the hapless Royals. For one night, these fans, and obviously the Indians players by the way they mobbed Sizemore, felt like champions. This is the greatness of the game to me. My best vs. your best -- chips fall where they may.
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