July 3, 2010 - DC to Kingsport, TN

On our way to the Kingsport (TN) Mets, we were a little hungry, but bubbles weren't going to do it for us. So we didn't eat their bubbles.


The Beer Wolf was a little more tempting.

But we settled on a "healthy" lunch at the Pink Cadillac Diner.



It was the model of kitsch and camp.

And Elvis.





With a nod to the Arnaz family.

And one Mr. Dumpty. We think.


So many plus signs!

Welcome to Tennessee!

The Kingsport "Mets" proudly serve baked potatos!

This poor kid apparently didn't have a ticket.

The field. We went from The Majors to Rookie level Mets in one day.

The stands.



The gentleman in the green shirt is local legend Tracy Stallard. He is the former pitcher for the Red Sox who gave up Roger Maris' 61st homerun in 1961. He also pitched for the Mets.

The umpires don't make enough money to eat at this level of baseball. They're tiny.

And with Sweet Ol' Bob gone, everyone is sad. (see last year's blog for more about Sweet Ol' Bob).

The dizzy bat race, mere feet from the field of play. Good idea!

PA Announcer: "A big hand for our grounds crew! They do it the hard way, by hand."

Us, there.

FIREWORKS, in the distance!

The Kingsport Mets were slaughtered by the Pulaski (pronounced PEW-laski) Mariners.


And there they are, being happy behind us.