I’m going to Pa-hoe-nix

Let’s start with day one. I heard great things about Frontier airlines (especially about their rather witty crew staff) and was able to get an extremely reasonably-priced last-minute ticket directly through the airline’s website — even if it did leave at 5:30 Friday morning. iPJHiser (my iPod), the baseball preview of Sporting News, and I spent some good quality time together at the Akron-Canton airport terminal prior to boarding. I met a family on their way to a ski adventure in Denver just as I crossed the boarding line — they were sitting at the back of the flight. I sat in a row with someone that was also skiing that weekend on his last stretch of Spring Break… from high school.

First off, Caribou Coffee and glazed doughnuts on early morning flights = Nice! Second, Direct TV at every seat for 5 bucks = bonus. (iPJHiser got a bit neglected on the stretch from CAK-DENVER in lieu of ESPN baseball highlights). Funny stewardess moment: For those currently going through cell phone withdrawl, you may feel free to turn on your phones — if within reaching distance. Had a brief transfer in Denver.

Ran into the Ski Fam again that wished me good times on my flight adventure to continue to Phoenix. I jammed out to a good slow-song shuffle (poor iPJHiser must’ve really been down today) while checking out the Sporting News. I had my copy of Moneyball also tucked into the seat pocket incase I had some spare time to read on the flight. The lady beside me pulled it out and questioned my interest in baseball and if I worked in baseball (uh, I WISH!). I started telling her about my fascinations with the business-side of baseball and an increasing attraction with statistics while tilting my Tribe hat towards her. She continues to tell me she’s flying out to watch the exhibition game in Phoenix (Yankees v. Diamondbacks). I exclaim something similar to “BAH! YANKEES!” And then she tells me her son is Shawn Chacon. Uh, yeah. That would be the starting pitcher to the Yankees. Yes, those Yankees. I reminded her again of the evil that remains in New York (and pretended as if I didn’t have ANY clue as to his person). But I did wish her son luck as we departed the plane.

Then I ended up in conversation with a Mark Shapiro look-a-alike at the baggage carousel. Apparently, he’s on his way to a road trip to San Diego… and then he’ll be heading back to, I-don’t-know, Iowa.

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