"Alright man, when we get there, you just shut up and let me do the talking. You know how these Mexicans can be," my buddy explains as we roll up on The Palm Tree Trailer Park.
It was your typical layout of a trailer park where random bastard children roamed, veterans continued feeding their addictions, the parents sat inside wallowing about their personal woes/tragedies and the drugs flowed freely.
"This shit is so good he has," my buddy cried.
Hector was our man we were meeting with and how they knew each other was a mystery. He got out of the car while I stayed inside observing the park.
"Hector! Que pasa amigo?!" he roared.
These things tend to work themselves out. There were some kids playing with old toys and laughing.
My buddy went inside as I turned onto 620 WDAE.
Holiday Flex Packs! A perfect idea gift for any Rays Fan! The radio declared.
The deal was going down no less and the airwaves triggered some random thoughts...
There's something to be said about how the radio can still trigger the imagination in indescribable ways. Despite it being the year 2017 The Year of Our Lord, MLB still keeps intact the radio broadcasting for baseball and one would argue this is something cultural within the realms of the sport. It is a sport of strategy and though. Slowly paced, Every pitch matters. When you listen to other sports via radio it truly invokes the imagination differently as opposed to hearing a baseball game. I honestly prefer listening to games on the radio than watching it on TV (plus the stadium the Rays play at make it unbearable). There's something about how Dave and Andy describe the game and in their particular ways that make Rays Baseball distinct for their respective audience. When I was in the pen for verbal abuse and aggravated assault, I still had the chance to have a transmitter radio (yes, honest to God) and listen to the games that second half. There's something intriguing when Neil Solondz comes up that first hour Sunday morning and give the This Week in Rays Baseball report about the minor leagues, random players little biographies and a recap of the week's games. Something so simple could bring so much joy to a life. Baseball is the self-proclaimed "Greatest Past Time in America" and after spending sometime in the pen again with that little transmitter radio, I can agree with the statement. Are we so bored as a civilization that we need endless past times to fill our time and lives? aybe America's definition of culture is past time, which is to say, bored. Every time I hear the voices of Dave and Andy I know that somewhere, at sometime, there are fellow fans going about their daily lives and tuning in to Rays Baseball from all over the world. I've heard other radio crews and can honestly tell you that it feels foreign. Almost as foreign as one would feel in the far stretches of Cuba, Columbia, Japan, South Korea or Italy. There's something auxiliary to a team and that is the culture that is surrounded by it (for better or worse). In The Rays vein it is something particular/peculiar for it's small audience and with the upcoming years with the stadium issue and limited payroll, what remains consistent are the voices that continue to follow them; whether it be through the drudgery of losing or the high appraisal of winning. Every time I hear the replay of Dave and Andy yelling The Rays are going to The World Series! It invokes emotions and images that only true fans understand.
"Alright bro, let's get the fuck outta here!" my buddy declares.
We lit up and let the sun splash through the windshield.
"Damn, this is some good shit,"
Flex Packs are a great gift for any Rays Fans! The radio announced.
"I don't get how you watch baseball, it's so boring," my buddy snickered taking a hit.
Most people in Pinellas County were like this.
"You just don't get it,"
...most people on this side of the Bay didn't.
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