Tuesday night I hopped on a plane from JFK to Portland. The purpose of my journey was a signing with 1998 World Series MVP Scott Brosius. We have been working on a '98 team project for a few months and, despite the far distance to travel, it was time to add arguably the most important autograph to the pieces. I landed in Portland at about 11:00 Pacific time. Unfortunately the signing was not in Portland...it was in McMinnville which is about an hour or so southwest of the city (middle of nowhere). I finally arrived at my meeting room-less motel at about 1:00 AM and proceeded to move all the furniture around in my room (as to make space to set up bats, jerseys, baseballs etc..) I somehow how made it work and got a few hours of sleep before the time change set in and I was up way before the sun came up. Scott popped in at 10:00 AM sharp and banged through the signing in no time. Brosius is now a coach at Oregon's Linfield College and really seems to be loving life back in his home state. It took Scott less than an hour and a half to knock out the signing and I was left with a bed and floor full of product (nowhere to move in the room). It took me about three and a half hours to pack up and prep the items to ship back to New York. That left me eight..yes eight..hours until my flight. There is only one flight a day back to New York so I didn't have too much of a choice. Rather than spend my remaining Oregon time in fun-filled McMinnville I instead headed back to the airport to catch the Suns-Lakers game on ESPN. I finally landed in New York at 8:00 AM Thursday and, soon after, went out to New Jersey for a signing with Michael Strahan....which will be a story for another day.
I will be spending much of this week down in Ft. Myers...spring training home of the Red Sox. Check back for updates from sunny Florida.
Enjoy the weekend!