Seven days, 1,700 miles, a dozen Imagine Dragons songs, five baseball games, four specialty hot dogs, three pizza joints, two bobbleheads, a couple of Tums and one baseball-loving father and son.
Stir for good time.
Patrick, my 19-year-old, and I put Chattanooga in the rear-view mirror on a Friday late in June for our second major league baseball trip in as many years.
St. Louis, Chicago (both Cubs and White Sox), Milwaukee and Detroit were on the itinerary. That followed Pittsburgh, Cleveland, Philadelphia and Washington, D.C. last year.
Truth is, we’re running out of driveable teams. But we’ll think about that next year.