Getting there is half the fun, OK 10% of the fun

- October 16th, 2012

Getting from New York to St. Louis is easy … easy as the Blue Jays winning without Jose Bautista.

Not that anyone cares about the woes of a ball scribe jetting around the country but here was my day …

1. Arrive at La Guardia Airport, named after the former New York City mayor Theo La Guardia, around 2:30 PM.

2. Flight is slated for 5:20.

3. It’s bumped back to 6:30 because of mechanical problems.

4. Then, 8 p.m.

5. Next comes an announcement that you can switch terminals and get on an American Airlines flight to St. Louis. All the seats are gone.

6. I go standby on the 8:20 PM.

7. Get the last seat and am walking pass the gate agent and ask about my bag … “Oh you’ll have to come back and get it, we don’t deliver, it was your choice to leave it behind.” I say forget it, I’m sticking with my bag.

8. Finally a plane arrives which is supposed to turn around and take us to St. Louis.

9. So do three cops.

10. People get off the plane and finally some young guy who smoked an electronic cigarettes on the plane.

11. Guy perhaps was over served as he’s wobbly, he’s loud and he’s walking around with his hands over head. Policemen are staring at him.

12. Finally the guy starts throwing stuff and cussing his gal. Cop arrives and trumps his four-letter vocab: “these are not dopey New York City rules, these are FAA rules, you had 90 seconds on a plane if there is a spark before flames reach the jet fuel. Hey wise butt you probably should not drink if you can’t handle. KnowwhatI’msaying.”

13. We board around 10:30.

14. Arrive in St. Louis at 1 AM … wait at baggage carousel for half an hour — no bag.

15. Go to airline office and there is bag … it came on the 8:20 and says the guy behind the desk “we would have delivered if it  was mechanical, not weather, but mechanical is our fault.”

I miss my private plane, flying commercial is rough.

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