Eat, pray, squawk — a weekend (mostly) away from baseball

I missed most of the action in Yankeeland this weekend, as I was on the “Eat, Pray, Squawk” tour to coincide with the “Eat, Pray, Love” movie opening!

Squawker Jon and I went down the shore Saturday to attend my high school reunion. Since I went to a Catholic school, that classifies as the “pray” part, I guess. We also had clam strips at Martell’s Tiki Bar in Point Pleasant afterwards, which fits in as the “eat” part. And the “squawk” part was in the car with Jon, when it took over 2 1/2 hours of traffic-filled driving to make it to the shore in the first place!

Anyhow, on the way back from the Jersey Shore Saturday night, Jon and I flipped the radio back and forth between the Yankees and Mets games. I didn’t get to hear A-Rod’s first two homers live, but I did see the third one of the game on TV when I got home. That last homer was the one I would have loved to have heard John Sterling’s home run call. He must have gone insane over it!

I did hear Sterling’s two Granderson calls, though, and nearly drove off the road laughing at the silliness of them. Yes, Grandy gets both the “Something Sort of Grandish” and “The Grandy Man Can” calls. How is it that him and Mark Teixeira have two home run calls each, and Derek Jeter and A-Rod only have one?

I had committee meetings I had to attend on Friday and Sunday, so I missed most of both games. Then again, I didn’t miss much! Losing two out of four to Kansas City is nothing to write home about, that’s for sure!

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