Peter King writes:
• One note, perhaps apropos of nothing, perhaps apropos of everything. In June, my wife and I went to visit my brother-in-law and his family in Pittsburgh. We stayed downtown and planned to go see the Red Sox play Pittsburgh on a Friday night. When we arrived that afternoon, we saw that we were in the Red Sox team hotel. Our room wasn't ready upon arrival, so we sat in the lobby and waited for the room to be made up.
Around 3 or so, David Ortiz walked into the lobby with a couple of friends. A minute or so later, Kevin Youkilis walked into the lobby. He was 10 feet from Ortiz. I'm virtually certain they saw each other, but they didn't acknowledge each other. Youkilis asked the bellman if he could get a taxi. One of Ortiz's friend had a white Yukon brought to the front of the hotel. Within 15 seconds of each other, the Yukon and the taxi appeared, the taxi right behind the Yukon in the driveway of the hotel. Ortiz and friends walked out and got into the Yukon. Youkilis walked out and got into the cab. Both left, presumably for the ballpark, the cab right behind the Yukon.
First thing I thought of: Twenty-five players, 25 cabs, 2011 version. Surprising that two guys in the middle of a lineup are either both blind or simply do not like each other? No. But they can't share a five-minute ride to the ballpark?
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