I boarded the 9:05 flight to New York to join the Steam Engines' minor league system. I will be starting out in Single A.
I picked up my bag and walked onto the entrance ramp and into the plane. It was a big plane but not as big as those planes you see at major airports. No, this is just a 50 passenger plane and I was lucky enough to get a tick for this time, much less get one at all.
Oh yeah, the name's Bob. I'm a pitcher with "Great Stuff" or so the scouts say. But that's enough about that, I need to tell you how I get there before all the "Great Stuff" talk.
The plane was just about to take off when a man came rushing onto the plane with his baggage and sat next to somebody about 5 aisles from me. He had a hat on and a camera around his neck, with a briefcase and an odd looking tie. No big deal I said to my self, although he was a tad late.
With my bags in the cargo hold above my seat, I grabbed my pillow and laid back for the rest of the flight. No problem... It'll only take about 7 hours.
The plane landed and I waited until my row was the next to get off the plane. I surveyed what I could of the airport out of every passing window. It was much bigger than the one I had left from back in San Franbrisco County. The John F. Kennedy airport was giangantic, and had giant planes that miniaturized the one I was on now.
With a deep breath I stepped onto the exit ramp and into the giant waiting area. There were people with news papers, people talking, people sleeping. But the main flow of people were all around me. It was like one big haze of bodies moving around at the same time.
Slowly I entered the flow and walked my way out to the parking lot and awaited my cab.
After a minute or 30 the cab pulled up in front of me, I tossed my bags into the trunk and hopped in.
"Where to, kid?" asked the cab driver.
"Um... I need to get to the Steam Engines' ball park. I'm supposed to meet the manager there." I said.
"Steam Engines? Boy you're lucky you even got a cab. If you had said that to any other cabbie in this town you would've been kicked out of the thing for sure! The only team anybody cares about in New York is the Blow Torches. They've been champion for the past three years." explained the cab driver.
I sighed and clutched the handle getting ready to hop back out of the cab.
"But if that's where you need to go I'll take you there." He said.
"This is going to be great! Finally I get to play baseball..."