Travel Day, Part I (with a special guest star)
Good morning from the Crown Room Club at Jacksonville airport. The first of two flights I'm taking on the way to Arizona doesn't leave until 10:30 a.m. but I got here early because The Fiancee had to drop me off on her way to Bar Review class (she's a lawyer).
Typically the sort of people you see in these clubs ranges from harried families - kids screaming, knocking over the complimentary day-old scone tray - to irritated businessmen, who are usually looking at their Blackberry constantly and appear about two seconds away from committing homicide against the bratty kids.
This morning was different. I walked into the club and it was actually pretty quiet. As soon as I came around the corner to the coffee bar I saw several thick-looking men sitting in the chairs, talking to each other. They looked like football players. And they were football players.
"What's up man?" one of them said and suddenly I realized it was Fred Taylor talking to me. He and a few buddies were waiting for their flight, too, heading west for a few days of vacation. When I asked if he was planning to make it to Phoenix for the game - Taylor was on UF's 1996 national championship team - he laughed and said he wasn't sure but he was thinking about it.
This figures to be an interesting offseason for Taylor, who is looking for a new contract and has said he might demand a trade. He wasn't interested in talking about that this morning though; after a long season, he just wanted to relax.
Typically the sort of people you see in these clubs ranges from harried families - kids screaming, knocking over the complimentary day-old scone tray - to irritated businessmen, who are usually looking at their Blackberry constantly and appear about two seconds away from committing homicide against the bratty kids.
This morning was different. I walked into the club and it was actually pretty quiet. As soon as I came around the corner to the coffee bar I saw several thick-looking men sitting in the chairs, talking to each other. They looked like football players. And they were football players.
"What's up man?" one of them said and suddenly I realized it was Fred Taylor talking to me. He and a few buddies were waiting for their flight, too, heading west for a few days of vacation. When I asked if he was planning to make it to Phoenix for the game - Taylor was on UF's 1996 national championship team - he laughed and said he wasn't sure but he was thinking about it.
This figures to be an interesting offseason for Taylor, who is looking for a new contract and has said he might demand a trade. He wasn't interested in talking about that this morning though; after a long season, he just wanted to relax.
posted by Sam at
9:09 AM
2 Comments:
Enjoy your trip - sounds fun. One thing intrigues me, though, as a frequent traveller myself. Why don't you drive yourself to the airport and use one of the many off-site parking services? These are very convenient and deliver you right to the skycap. If the T-U is willing to pay for a Crown Room membership, surely $4.75 a day in parking is acceptable!
Guest,
Normally I'd drive and park but The Fiancee had to keep the car since we haven't gotten our second one yet. Oh, and while the T-U will pay for airport parking (or taxis), they most certainly don't pay for a club membership; that's a leftover purchase I made while covering the Yankees.
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