Amounts to very little in the grand scheme of things, but this blog post about it by John Fay at the Cincy Enquirer website has me thinking about stuff:
David Weathers was in the seat in front of me on the red eye from San Francisco to Cincinnati.
“Walt Jocketty isn’t the most popular guy with my son right now,” he said.
You tend to forget the human element when a trade happens. Sunday’s trade took Weathers completely by surprise. His family is home in Tennessee — two of his three kids have started school. He’s going to get his car and drive to Milwaukee this afternoon. The Brewers are off today.
I was having a drink at a bar in the same hotel the Reds were staying in Cleveland for an interleague series a few years ago when Weathers walked through the lobby after one of the games. He was met by his wife and a bunch of kids, one of whom I presume was the son who isn’t happy with Walt Jocketty. They mobbed him, and Weathers walked to the elevator with kids literally hanging off of him, a big happy smile on his face the whole way. I haven’t been able to read the guy’s name or watch him pitch since then without thinking of him as Super Dad, so I’m feeling for the guy today, even if it’s less than two months until he’s back home with the kids.
Second, I love road trips, and even if the Cincinnati-to-Milwaukee drive is about as far down on the road trip interestingness scale as you can get, I’m getting happy thoughts of Weathers cruising up I-65 towards Chicago — I’m guessing he has an SUV, but I’m going to pretend it’s a 1962 Ford Galaxie 500 — listening to some good music, slurping on a Coke and burping up Steak ‘n Shake. I’m going to pretend that he hit the one just off the State Road exit in Lebanon, Indiana, and has spent the last 30 miles wishing he had ordered the Bacon ‘n Cheese Double instead of the Deluxe Cheddar ‘n Bacon, because everyone knows that real American cheese is better than “cheddar sauce,” whatever the hell that is.
Sorry, I was drifting there for a second.