Class Act

I took my grandson, age three, to his first ball game at the Tampa Bay farm team the Princeton Rays. He had a ball, in more ways than one. The Ray's staff, when learning it was his first ball game immediately gave him a logo ball, to get signed. Some how he also ended up with two game balls, one signed by the only home run hitter of the afternoon (OK the home club coulda done better). It was refreshing to see an organization that went out of its way to ensure that any fan, not just my grandson, had a good time.  In these days of any event having an army of people pressure selling almost anything this was pleasant exception. My wife, also her first minors game, was amazed  to find characters right out of Bull Durham-gotta love minor league ball!

Nuttin to do with radio,
                73 de Rob

Big Chat Room in the Sky

Believe it or not the above phrase finally got a glimmer of understanding from one of the unwashed.  Italy, Spain, France and the UK were in the room last night. 73 de Rob