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Apr. 13th, 2019 09:37 pmWeek One is in the books. Including today's entries in some baseball record books.
The final two workdays just past were less stressful than planned, but plenty still remained. No 10:00 court Thursday, but despite emailing the client, he didn't know that and was planning on showing up when I was in transit to Rochester. I detoured him to my office to get him to sign some still-time-sensitive papers for the non-hearing. That was followed by two further appointments, the last of them with utterly unprepared clients, and finally the chance to stay in town for the Red Wings' home opener.
Not Opening Day, but for some silly reason, Frigid Opening Night. They promised a free ticket to a later game in April or May if the temperature didn't break 50F- but I saw traces of snow for the second day in a row and headed home long before first pitch.
Friday had two court hearings scheduled- did one by phone and I think settled the other- and a deposition, which went as scheduled and largely consisted of me toying with an unrepresented asshat opponent. When he said, "I don't work for free, sir- I'm sure YOU never work for free," I couldn't stifle my laugh. I left after squeezing in one other last minute appointment of a nice couple, sent off settlement funds in one other case, but was still kinda bummed because I knew today would bring yet another Rochester round trip. Because the sort-of settled case's settlement funds were sitting in my office there, and because another drop-dead check due Monday wouldn't be available until today.
I said, fuggit. I'd take Eleanor's new car for comfort, and would see the Red Wings in sunny daylight after picking up the checks. I had Check One in hand by 11, and was due to meet a friend and his son for the afternoon game at 12:30. In between, I visited my favorite record shop on Independent Record Store Day. Didn't buy anything, because the line was too long (and the extinct guy out front wasn't letting anybody past):
I did find some fun things inside, which I may go back for:
Check Two was still not ready by the time I had to meet friends at the ballpark gate, so I arranged for a postgame pickup and made my first visit to hallowed ground by 12:30. It was Autism Awareness Day- ironically NOT sponsored by Spectrum- which meant the music was somewhat muted, noisemakers were banned (at least off-field ones), and there were fewer between-inning distractions. I am in favor of all of these. We got our lunches and brews and sat in the sun, then shade, as the first three of the four hour marathon unfolded.
Before we were in our seats, the opposing Lehigh Valley Iron Pigs (or as I prefer to call them, the Nottawa Lynx) had scored a run on no hits. That sounded suspiciously like a Mets score, but before long, the home Wings had put five on the board. Then the homers began. Lehigh got their own five runs, Rochester Parton-ed ways and made it Nine to Five, and by the time we left, the score was looking downright footballish:
But the home town heroes tied it, then went ahead 17-16 in the bottom of the eighth, but finally blew that lead top nine to take the game into its fourth hour and its 15th home run by the time I was well on my way home. The minors are implementing the proposed new MLB rule for extra innings- your last batter out starts the next inning on second base- and a walk and that last tater made it 20-17 Lehigh going to the bottom of the tenth. Rochester also got a man on second, plated him, had the winning run at the plate but it all ended with a 20-18 final score. This tied the most runs ever scored in a Wings home game, and was more offense than I've ever seen in person at any level.
The delayed check was procured, and I arrived home, but not quite safely. Two blocks from home, Alanis the car began making nasty noises. Her front end had suffered a minor bender shortly after the purchase, and something in today's travels made it worse so that there are now Parts dangling and dragging from the entire front of the car. This means a Monday morning call to try to get it fixed ASAP.
One working theory is that one of the 15 home runs hit it.
The final two workdays just past were less stressful than planned, but plenty still remained. No 10:00 court Thursday, but despite emailing the client, he didn't know that and was planning on showing up when I was in transit to Rochester. I detoured him to my office to get him to sign some still-time-sensitive papers for the non-hearing. That was followed by two further appointments, the last of them with utterly unprepared clients, and finally the chance to stay in town for the Red Wings' home opener.
Not Opening Day, but for some silly reason, Frigid Opening Night. They promised a free ticket to a later game in April or May if the temperature didn't break 50F- but I saw traces of snow for the second day in a row and headed home long before first pitch.
Friday had two court hearings scheduled- did one by phone and I think settled the other- and a deposition, which went as scheduled and largely consisted of me toying with an unrepresented asshat opponent. When he said, "I don't work for free, sir- I'm sure YOU never work for free," I couldn't stifle my laugh. I left after squeezing in one other last minute appointment of a nice couple, sent off settlement funds in one other case, but was still kinda bummed because I knew today would bring yet another Rochester round trip. Because the sort-of settled case's settlement funds were sitting in my office there, and because another drop-dead check due Monday wouldn't be available until today.
I said, fuggit. I'd take Eleanor's new car for comfort, and would see the Red Wings in sunny daylight after picking up the checks. I had Check One in hand by 11, and was due to meet a friend and his son for the afternoon game at 12:30. In between, I visited my favorite record shop on Independent Record Store Day. Didn't buy anything, because the line was too long (and the extinct guy out front wasn't letting anybody past):
I did find some fun things inside, which I may go back for:
Check Two was still not ready by the time I had to meet friends at the ballpark gate, so I arranged for a postgame pickup and made my first visit to hallowed ground by 12:30. It was Autism Awareness Day- ironically NOT sponsored by Spectrum- which meant the music was somewhat muted, noisemakers were banned (at least off-field ones), and there were fewer between-inning distractions. I am in favor of all of these. We got our lunches and brews and sat in the sun, then shade, as the first three of the four hour marathon unfolded.
Before we were in our seats, the opposing Lehigh Valley Iron Pigs (or as I prefer to call them, the Nottawa Lynx) had scored a run on no hits. That sounded suspiciously like a Mets score, but before long, the home Wings had put five on the board. Then the homers began. Lehigh got their own five runs, Rochester Parton-ed ways and made it Nine to Five, and by the time we left, the score was looking downright footballish:
But the home town heroes tied it, then went ahead 17-16 in the bottom of the eighth, but finally blew that lead top nine to take the game into its fourth hour and its 15th home run by the time I was well on my way home. The minors are implementing the proposed new MLB rule for extra innings- your last batter out starts the next inning on second base- and a walk and that last tater made it 20-17 Lehigh going to the bottom of the tenth. Rochester also got a man on second, plated him, had the winning run at the plate but it all ended with a 20-18 final score. This tied the most runs ever scored in a Wings home game, and was more offense than I've ever seen in person at any level.
The delayed check was procured, and I arrived home, but not quite safely. Two blocks from home, Alanis the car began making nasty noises. Her front end had suffered a minor bender shortly after the purchase, and something in today's travels made it worse so that there are now Parts dangling and dragging from the entire front of the car. This means a Monday morning call to try to get it fixed ASAP.
One working theory is that one of the 15 home runs hit it.