As I write this sentence, I am on my sixth flight in 17 days. I've been from New York to Detroit, Motown to Milwaukee (I drove that leg), Milwaukee to Minneapolis, Minneapolis to Los Angeles, L.A. to St. Louis, STL to Milwaukee and now back to Los Angeles via Milwaukee. Next stop: Los Angeles to Philadelphia. I'm not expected back in New York for three more weeks. Unless the Yankees make the World Series.
Working as a reporter for MLB Network obviously requires a lot of travel, but to be completely forthright, I asked for this situation. I could have done more studio work, but I chose the planes, trains and automobiles over the office alternative.
People ask me all the time how I can possibly pack for unknown and seemingly endless trips, if I ever get tired of the "living out of a suitcase" lifestyle, and what it's like to spend my days (and countless nights) taking in America's pastime (do I watch the game in the stands? No.); I can answer all three quite simply -- there are far more misconceptions about this lifestyle than realities. But it's a hell of a good time.
I pack, transport and lug around my 70-pound suitcase all by my lonesome. Yes, there are times when a chivalrous producer, taxi driver or bellman will carry the load. But for the most part I live by the mantra that if I felt it was necessary to bring along 17 pairs of shoes, then they are my responsibility.
Truth be told, I've got long-term packing down to an art. I only travel with exactly what I think I'll need and make adjustments along the way. However, when you're gone from home for five straight weeks, a light carry-on is never an option.
Neither is a set schedule. Most of my trips are decided last-minute and dictated by the boys of summer. The Dodgers do not care that I'm traveling clear across the country on a six-hour red eye for the return of Manny Ramirez. The clubhouse opens three and a half hours before game time whether I'm jet lagged or not.Read more...