Here we are at Raymond James Stadium, where it is about 75 degrees and clear blue skies. The sun is starting to go down as the players begin to warm up. It'll be interesting to see exactly how many people show up for tonight's game because the Rays are playing the Red Sox in Game 7 right down the road, and both games start at about the same time.
Tonight is Mike Alstott night, in which all 68,000-plus fans will receive Alstott bobbleheads. As Boling pointed out, he is the one guy whose head doesn't bobble.
Before we start blogging in earnest, I thought I'd share a few weird Tampa gender stories. So on Friday night, I go out to dinner at a little Italian restaurant in Ybor City. After dinner, I decide to walk around the area, and I walk past a martini bar playing Reggae, which I love from my college days. So I walk in, sit at the bar, get a drink and think I'll listen to a little reggae before heading back to the hotel. As the bartender is getting my drink, I look around and realize I am sitting in an all-black, all-lesbian bar that is hosting a date night, "Gurlz Go Home." Needless to say, I got more than a few strange looks.
So the next day, me and Jim Moore from the PI go golfing at the University of South Florida Golf Course. The course is empty because USF is playing at home, and so we have the course essentially to ourselves. Just as we are about to tee off on No. 1, a golf cart comes flying up and this woman says the starter just paired her up with us. So she gets out of the cart, and it turns out she is a 6-foot-2, 240-pound transsexual -- who proceeded to shoot a 79 and kicked our behinds. S/he outdrove us on virtually every hole.