The Baseball Trip 2015  Day 6

Saturday, August 1, 2015

Well, this was a wasted day.

We stopped at the Hollywood Casino for a little blackjack action before the trip into Indianapolis to see the Indians, Pittsburgh's triple-A team play - guess who - the Charlotte Knights. We get to see the Sox' minor league squad again. Is that a good thing? Sure...it's all baseball!

Random observation from Randy: "Never stop at anything named 'Hollywood.' It's always bad. Hollywood Casino, Hollywood Diner. They all are bad news."

Well I got fleeced, but Randy made out handsomely.Changing his mind about Hollywood, maybe?

Now, the bigger problem. Rte. 52 was our main thoroughfare into Indi, only it contained detours of mammoth proportions. What should have been a simple two hour drive was converted into a four hour extravaganza. Two separate detours cost us two extra hours. Because...

We had to drive down roads that are named for the towns they lead into, two lane blacktop unmarked lined by trees trying to take back nature, towns with names like Carrollton, St Peter's, Whitestown. One lane bridges, hairpin turns, walls of corn, tobacco farms, cattle farms, horse farms, alpaca farms. Oh yeah, alpacas.

They're like a cross between a goat and a moose. Weird-lookin' suckers.

I went to school with a kid named Al Paca. True story.

Of course, there was nothing but corn behind them.

St. Peter's is actually a companion town to St. Mary's. The church in St. Mary's, appropriately named St. Mary's, was right next door to the St. Mary's Tavern. I kid you not...a mere driveway separates them. My college dorm rector would have loved to take that parish.

Anyway, too late for the game. Randy's GPS says there's a Super 8 somewhere northwest of Indi, so we take the highway (the one with no more detours) to find a motel.

One lane bridge somewhere in Indiana.

We arrived at an area near the interstate that Randy's GPS told us we could find the Super 8. But it was nowhere to be found. So we checked into an alternate motel. The next morning I found out what happened to Randy's Super 8:

Favorite Town Name:  Whitestown, IN

Favorite sign: Unceremoniously dumped Super 8.