If you have to spend the summer unemployed, you could have it a lot worse: a couple of former federal employees who were laid off in January have spent the summer on the road with their six-month-old. They’re at number twenty-two on a trip to hit all thirty Major League Baseball ballparks.
I can’t decide whether to be insanely jealous or glad that I’m not the one on the road with a six-month-old.
They told the Chicago Tribune they’ve got some good tips for parents out of it: PNC Park in Pittsburgh has the best baby-changing facilities; San Francisco’s AT&T Park offers the most distractions for children weary of baseball; and Sluggerrr, the mascot of the Kansas City Royals, can be a little grabby (the hulking, cartoonish lion took Sofia out of her mother’s arms to pose for a photo, though the baby didn’t seem to mind).
And before you start feeling bad for them that they’re unemployed (especially with a baby), they apparently are OK. After all, have you priced a vacation from Washington D.C. to Toronto, Chicago, San Francisco, Milwaukee, Tampa Bay, New York, Boston, Phoenix, Seattle . . . keep going on until you hit thirty?
They’ve been staying mostly with friends and family along the way (note to self, scout out friends based on their proximity to MLB parks), although they have been hitting up hotels along the way as well.
If you’re waiting for the book that always seems to come out of these things, don’t hold your breath. A Google search for Roberto Coquis comes up not with a blog detailing his travels or even a Twitter account of the trip (his is locked) but his latest donations to the Republican National Committee (hey, if you can make political donations AFTER you’re laid off, you’re OK). So I guess the words “insanely jealous” are still OK, right?
I just learned on Facebook (where else?) that my most recently born second cousin (he hit the world in July) has already been to his first game. I’m forgiving his father for making it a Mets game on the basis that at least he’s indocrinating him into a good sport. It tempted me to finally pony up and take my daughter to her first game – she’s made it to four without stepping inside a Major League Ballpark. A travesty, I know.
What do you think is the best age for the baseball trek?