2017 Peachtree Results

2017 Peachtree Road Race results, of the people I know:

0.37.16 18 00118 Jake Morgan, coworker's son
0.42.56 17 00813 Matthew Arrowood, coworker's son
0.46.08 50 01556 Brad Morgan, coworker
0.46.20 55 01615 Randy Travis, 2016 media winner
0.49.47 45 02872 Chad Eaton, SPdL
0.51.11 23 03538 Will
0.52.36 14 04268 Cole Eaton, Chad's son
0.54.29 28 05449 Isaac Scheidt, Living Science
0.56.52.46 07312 Andrea Irwin Nickell, SPdL
1.01.12 24 11143 Bradley Morgan, coworker's son

1.01.20 58 11291 Fred Kalil, sportscaster (above)
1.02.37 35 12553 Scott Morris, SPdL (below)

1.04.23 60 14198 Kathy Jackson, Pageland SC (Steve's wife)
1.05.03 51 14879 Todd Hall, Living Science dad
1.11.45 53 21628 Steve Garrett, coworker
1.15.00 30 25000 Chris Vineyard, coworker
1.15.20 55 25071 David Chandley, weatherman
1.18.57 57 29482 Patricia Coulson Hill, GT BSU
1.20.02 21 29411 Matthew Armstrong, coworker's son
1.21.53 48 30967 Scott Nickell, Andrea's husband
1.23.16 57 32042 me
1.25.42 56 33868 Deborah Light Painter, SPdL              
1.25.53 65 33994 Phil Duffy, former coworker
1.33.01 50 38862 Laura Briscoe Carey, SPdL

1.34.37 49 39884 Kelly Curran Johnson, SPdL
1.36.24 86 41025 Bill Thorn, has run every PRR
1.38.39 15 42415 Anna Head, Steve's daughter 
1.40.49 28 43695 Rachel Gilliland, coworker
1.41.56 53 44296 Jimmy Light, SPdL - his 33rd PRR?
1.42.36 53 44602 Glenn Armstrong, coworker walked w/wife
1.55.53 50 50187 Steve Edwards, SPdL
2.24.39 58 54748 Joan Gilliland, coworker's mom
2.33.41 47 55043 Mary Elizabeth Teem, SPdL

NFL Network's Ten Fastest Players

The NFL Network’s “Ten Fastest Players in NFL History.” Several weeks ago I complied a post of fastest players. As usual, few mentioned Herschel. As usual, neither did the NFL Network.

 

Best of the Rest: James Jett (Raiders). Charlie Garner (really?). Percy Harvin. Dante Hall (Chiefs). Devin Hester (broke Deion’s return record). Ron Brown (won a gold medal). But not Herschel.

 

10. Chris Johnson RB Titans Falcons

9. Michael Vick QB Falcons, etc.

8. Joey Galloway WR Seahawks

7. Cliff Branch WR Raiders

6. Willie Gault WR Bears Raiders

5. Bo Jackson RB Raiders

4. Randy Moss WR Vikings, etc.

3. Deion Sanders CB KR Falcons, etc.

2. Bob Hayes WR Cowboys “world’s fastest human” is only ranked second?

1. Darrell Green Redskins CB

Stars & Stripes at Home

After wearing the road version of MLB's 4th of July uniform,

the Braves game home Tuesday and trotted out the home version.

The game marked the return of Freddie Freeman from the disabled list,

his first game as a third baseman.

Jerseys and caps, not so bad. The socks were a bit much.

In no way am I endorsing these special uniforms,

which pretty much appear on a monthly basis.

After four quality starts to begin his career,

rookie phenom Sean Newcomb ran into the best team in baseball,

the Houston doubles machine.

One more picture of the Braves all-star Ender Inciarte,

rocking the special road uni.

Close up of the special cap, available for sale at MLB.com.

Looks better from a distance. 

My 30th Ptree Road Race

Recap of my 30th Peachtree Road Race. Living on Greenwood Avenue near Piedmont Park in the mid-1980’s, I volunteered at the finish line twice. In 1989 coworker Todd Harris talked me into running the thing. Been running it ever since.

 

Monday afternoon I left work at five and barely beat W&MC home. I saw them let Okie out of the car, so I let Barney go outside to greet him. The two dogs played around - and messed up some of the flowers at the end of the driveway. Ooops. Mexican for supper – chicken and fish tacos. Matthew cooked, and made a tasty bean and corn dip as well. Joel arrived just as we were finishing our meal, and later a friend of Anna’s from Camp Highland came. They all played a game. I was tired and went to bed.

 

Didn’t sleep well. Up before five. Left the house at 5:30. Got off at North Avenue and made a left on Peachtree. Saw my first gaggle of runners on the way to MARTA: coworker Brad and his sons. Parked on Myrtle at an intersection catty corner from Brad at 6 am. We were earlier than the past several years, and MARTA was less crowded. Made it to Phipps Plaza just before 6:50, almost an hour before we’d start. I’d started my watch as we’d begun our walk to MARTA, and had walked 1.27 miles to reach Phipps.

 

As Will and waited I realized that in my haste to get out the door I hadn’t eaten a single bite. Not good. Neither had Will. On the drive down he thought about mentioning it, but never did. I wish he had. Line jumpers were being escorted back to their correct groups. No invocation this year that I heard. Has the Peachtree removed God?

 

Saw a guy with an “1970 original finisher” Carling Peachtree T-shirt. Plenty of costumes. My favorite was a Chuck Norris America shirt. At one point of the race I was behind a guy wearing a green wig. A spectator hollered “nice hair!” so I replied “thanks!” The green wig guy whirled around to see me, and cracked up.

 

Seemed like a majority of people carried their cell phones. The PRR has always been more of an experience than mere footrace, a celebration for regular folk as well as the US 10K championship. Phones with cameras and social media only expand the celebration. This year there was a portable jumbotron set up at the intersection of Peachtree and Lenox. Before the race the jumbotron was showing the finish of the wheelchair race, the 11Alive broadcast, various interviews, the introduction of the elite runners, the anthem singers, the obligatory advertisements – and videos taken by runners running last year’s race, using go pro cameras and what not.

 

Call me a geezer, but phones were slowing down the whole process. People taking pictures as the line was moving. Running while staring at their phone. And on and on. I’d like to take my phone to take pictures, but (a) I’m scared I’d drop it and it would get stepped on and someone would slip and (b) I wouldn’t want it waterlogged. As we waiting for the start the guy next to me dropped his with a splat, but it was ok. Those damn kids and their phones.

 

At the end of the Star Spangled Banner two perfectly timed low-flying F16 fighters roared north up Peachtree, in full view of all 60,000 runners who were all facing south. Super bad. The jets then banked right, eventually looping around for a second flyover as they headed to Dobbins AFB. One of the pilots then came back and ran the race. My ears are still ringing.

 

At the start I made my way over to the slower right side. Crossed the start line at 7:51 am. My first mile was my fastest (11:23). I would run for 30 seconds and walk for thirty. I grabbed a cup of water from every official water station, but didn’t want to pour water over my head until after I said my hellos at SPdL. That made it hot - most of the first two miles are in the sun.

 

Mile two was all slightly downhill, my second fastest (11:57). I considered grabbing a donut, but like last year I didn’t see where Publix was handing any out. By then I wasn’t really hungry.

 

Saw no one I knew at SPdL. No one. They might’ve been helping with water. As a veteran of the race, I’m not sure if handing out water at SPdL is really worth the effort. SPdL is on the left, where the seasoned runners supposedly run. It’s the walkers on the right who need the water. In fact I only saw one person I knew the entire way, a former coworker who mans a water station near Channel 2.

 

As I continued the shady downhill from Wesley to Peachtree Creek I tried to keep up my pace, though I was growing more tired and hot (mile 3 = 12:12). Made eye contact and said hello to former Mayor Sam Massell, who looked good for his age. He sat alone in a single chair, tended to by what looked to be his daughter. Massell thanked me for saying hello.

 

Quite a contrast with Atlanta’s current major, who had been interviewed at the starting line. Heading up the hill past the mike 3 marker, as well as In the shade of the fifth mile I saw young men displaying signs with the race logo thanking Mayor Reed for his years of service. Then as I passed the High Museum I fell in walking behind two officers on bikes, slowly pedaling at a pace slightly slower than mine. Eventually I ran around them and discovered ten walkers slowly proceeding down the road, all dressed in black shorts and t-shirts. As opposed to dripping with sweat like everyone else, these interlopers (mostly women) scarcely had a glint of sweat on them. The group took up two lanes of pavement, blocking the path of thousands trying to maneuver past. I could be wrong, but at the rate they were going I don’t see how they could have started at from Lenox Square (even when the elite runners went off at 7:30 am) and made it five miles in approximately 75 minutes.

 

At mile three I finally poured a cup of water over my head. Felt great. Walked up the hill and ran the plateau past Bennihanas, then walked up Heartbreak Hill. Bumped fists with patients from the Shepherd Spinal Center. Grabbed a couple of blue SSC sweatbands. Construction at Piedmont Hospital had taken out the stately trees in front. Further down the spectator was back tossing cheese puffs into the mouths of runners. I nodded and he tossed me a puff, but I just missed. Made sure to grab a bracelet for a Mellow Mushroom free pizza. Grabbed a cup of water from an old Shriner at Pershing Point. My mile 4 split was 15:38.

 

Crossed the bridge over I-75 in the bright sun. The musician usually stationed on the bridge had moved further south. Usually I’ll glance his way but this year I totally forgot. I moved over to the left to see Ellsworth at the water station. Remembered how Harriett used to stand at the bank across from the old Gulf station. Not wanted to get my shoes wet, I walked up on the sidewalk to avoid a water spray. Noticed the shady “Olympic Mile” was eerily quiet, with no music, bands, or announcers between White Columns and the High Museum. There were even long stretches without any onlookers.       

 

As I finished mile five (13:47) I looked at my watch and started thinking. Over the years I’ve gotten worse at calculating how fast I need to be to make a certain time, but glancing at my watch (without my glasses) I was surprised to see on was on pace to finish well under an hour and a half. Before the race I had made no calculations or looked up times from the past few years. I’d forgotten last years’ time of 1:25.00. So starting at 14th Street I began to push just a little bit harder.

 

Before making the turn onto 10th Street I noticed two skyscrapers I’d never noticed before, across from the Federal Reserve where Jocks & Jill’s used to be. The crowd had become thicker, making for more things to see. Then out of the shade at the turn and into the bright sun again, down the hill under the photo bridge. I kept looking for a glimpse of the T-shirt, but every finisher I saw had theirs in their bag. I wouldn’t see the shirt until after the finish. Excellent choice: nice logo and color.

 

Up the last hill. My sixth mile had been slightly faster (13:28). The pace on the course at this point is faster, since everyone wants to finish strong. You have to be extra careful not to cut in front of someone making a sprint for the finish. Oftentimes the announcer is in the perch calling out encouragement, but I saw him turning away as I neared the finish line. I totally forgot to look at the time clock, but I’d forgotten to look at it at the start as well. Ran my last half mile at a 12:06 pace.

 

I had started my watch about twenty yards before the start line, so I wouldn’t be fiddling with it as all the runners were taking off. Still I hit the mile mark earlier and earlier as the race went on, probably because I wasn’t changing lanes taking the shortest route like the Kenyans can do. My 6.2 miles was actually 6.47 miles. Nice how the watch automatically tracked my splits and transferred the information to my phone: 1256 active calories burned. 1459 total calories. Average heart rate of 164 BPM. Average pace of 12:59 per mile. The time jived almost exactly with the time logged by the chip on my race number bib.

 

When I crossed the finished line I ended my race workout on my watch, and immediately started another workout to track the walk through the park and around Grady Stadium back to the car. Looked for Will near the awards stage, which had been moved into the shade near the hill. Couldn’t find him there or on the hill, so I walked around to where the stage had been, then looped around back to where finishers funnel out. Went back by the stage and finally spotted him in the distance. We grabbed a couple of Powerades and joined the march west up 8th Street: 2.6 miles, 1171 active calories, 1488 total calories, heart rate of 116 BPM in the 86 degree heat / 62% humidity.

 

On the way home we stopped by to see Joel at Chattahoochee Coffee behind the Westside Taqueria. Later W and M made a grocery run, and I went to Kroger for ice. W and M grilled burgers, dogs, and ribs. Also potato salad, corn on the cob, cole slaw, ice cream, and blueberry/blackberry cobbler. The kids played another game. I took a nap. W&MC left for Augusta around 5 pm. C, M, and Anna watched Harry Potter. I worked on my laptop and went to bed before ten. Peachtree #30 was in the books.

Stars and Stripes

Another holiday, another special uniform.

The Braves wore the road version Sunday in Oakland.

 Some team wore the unis on Saturday as well.

 Saw the same exact pair of socks at the Peachtree Road Race.

 Odd to see the Athletics in red, white, and blue.

 Friday and Saturday the Athletics wore throwback uniforms,

so the Braves wore their home caps

- since that's what they wore on the road at that time.

The Braves won both games.

 Folty took a no-hitter into the bottom of the ninth.

The special spikes worn by Dansby Tuesday
were produced by Will's former teammate Michael,
who recently signed on with an independent league team.
 Note his signature at the bottom of the shoe.

Later this week I'll take a look at the home version of the uni.

Tomorrow I'll have my annual coverage of the Peachtree Road Race.

Life in the ER

One of my favorite TV shows is Chicago Med. In the past I never was a fan of ER or Marcus Welby MD, or any of the other hospital shows, but on Chicago Med the numerous doctors and nurses are able to diagnose and treat and release patients all in one hour, less commercials.

Real life is not like Chicago Med. In real life things go much slower. Hospitals take longer for test results to come back. It takes longer to diagnose. There aren't as many doctors or nurses. There is a lot of sitting around doing nothing. There is a lot of uncertainty in real life. Like most restaurants and other places of business, it has never been my experience at a hospital that when I've asked for something, everyone dropped everything they were doing to respond to my every need. Nurses are busy and doctors even busier. There's more work and too few staff, especially on weekends. Most of the time they just don't know. As an adult I understand this, and don't get my feelings hurt.


When I went to bed on Saturday night I plugged in my cell phone to charge up. I got some good sleep. When I was ready to go the phone battery was already down to 96%. That was good enough for what I had planned. I drove downtown to pick up my Peachtree Road race number. When I arrived at the World Congress Center 25 minutes early the parking lot was already mostly full. The was no surprise to me, as runners like to get places early. I had wanted to make sure my phone was charged so if I had to stand in stand in line I could make good use of the time, deleting emails and checking my phone.

As it turned out I used the time looking up the information I needed to get my race number. While I was there I snapped a couple of pictures. When I left thirty minutes after opening there was a long line of cars trying to get into the parking lot. I drove past the new Mercedes-Benz Stadium and snapped some pictures. Checked to see where M and A were on my phone. Swapped some texts with Anna. Headed back north.

That's when I got the text from mom. Dad wasn't feeling well, but just wanted to rest. I didn't think much of it at the time, but later realized he probably needed to go to the hospital. By then I was up in downtown Marietta. Mom seemed out of sorts. I realized she might need some help. Nobody told me what to do. I turned my car around, got on the interstate, and headed to Macon.

At some point on the drive down I realized I didn't have my phone charger. Or watch charger. Or laptop. I tried to use my watch whenever possible to save my phone battery, taking calls and sending texts. No social media or checking email on my phone. Told by brother and sister I would update them as soon as I learned something.

As I predicted, things went slowly at the hospital. Since it was the weekend and the place was crowded, things moved even slower. Patients lay on beds in the hallways, since all the rooms were full. I had to stand in line to ask the lady to look up where my parents were. Got to the room and the paramedic came in before he left. He reviewed with us what he thought (not a stroke, nothing serious, but something). As soon as I would learn something, after the doctor left the room I would relay the information to my brother and sister. At one point I realized I could be relaying erroneous information, since the doctors made it clear they weren't sure. If nothing was happening, I sent no updates. I had little concept of time passing by, because I wasn't sure what time I got there and I wasn't looking at my phone or watch. I wasn't in a hurry.

When a nurse or doctor was in the room I tried to give them my full attention. I did my best to listen and encouraged my parents to do the same. I wasn't there to distract the doctor or waste his time. I wasn't there to ask the doctor irrelevant questions, or ask them where they were from or if they knew so and so, and tell them what happened years ago with someone's relative who had something that might've been similar. This wasn't about me. I was there to learn.

Tests were taken. Blood was drawn. Other samples. A CT scan. Nurses coming and going. Finally after several hours a doctor came in. What he said was different than what the paramedic had said. The doctor stressed they wouldn't know anything until more tests were run, and they would be admitting him to the hospital. For previous experience I knew this would not be quick. It could take an hour or two. As I had done before, as soon as the doctor left I texted the info to my siblings. I figured texts would be more clear. There would be less of a chance for my words to be misunderstood. I was wrong.

Later another doctor representing Dr. Young came in to check on dad. He performed a few quick tests of his own. What he said was slightly different from the paramedic and earlier doctor. But he did say that time and further tests would be needed. Anyone wanting precise, quick answers would be disappointed - which shouldn't surprise anyone who's ever hung around a hospital.

Once we were settled in the room I texted the room number to my siblings. Not long after that the phone in the room rang. I picked it up and heard nothing. I looked for a button to push, and checked the nobs. I unplugged and replugged every connection. I hung up the phone and tried dialing nine. No dial tone. Eventually I hit the call button and told the nurse about the broken phone. She said she would report it, and that since it was Sunday evening that department wouldn't be in until tomorrow. As a reasonable person, I knew that any demand I might make for the phone to be fixed immediately would not be able to be fulfilled. Both mom and I had cell phones. Sucked that both were almost out of battery - but that wasn't the hospital's fault. I could've demanded a change in rooms, but that would've inconvenienced my ailing father and feeble mother. The damn room phone was not at all important. We had other things to worry about.

My sister called and had a long conversation with my mom, asking questions we'd both already said we wouldn't know until the next day. When I got back my phone the battery was almost dead. I sent out one last text with what I knew. Even if things weren't too bad, with the holiday on Tuesday my guess was dad would be in the hospital until Wednesday. I shouldn't have postulated, as some people interpreted my guess as fact - and told others as much.

Both mom and dad needed stuff from home, so at 5:30 I left to retrieve my car. I pulled around to pick up mom at the front. An older couple was walking in. They weren't looking so I stayed back. Finally the wife looked back as they crossed the drive. When I passed them and got out of the car to help mom, the man called "Marion!" It was pastor Steve Johnson and his wife. I told Steve I wondered who it was I almost ran over. We had a short chat before they went inside. On the way home mom missed a couple of calls. She tried to call Nita back but didn't get her.

At home I knew it would take mom awhile to gather what she needed. I didn't want to rush her, but I wanted her to remain focused on the task at hand. She could talk on the phone on the drive back to the hospital. Margaret called and we had a nice chat. I told her everything I knew. She said she'd text my mom later on in the evening. But the next caller demanded they speak to mom immediately, and would wait until mom could come to the phone. I'd been hoping to drive back to Atlanta before it got too late, while I still had a working phone since my car had been running hot. Finally got mom back to the hospital at 8:45, over three hours after we'd left.

The nurses had given dad a couple more tests. It was after nine before I left the hospital, and after eleven when I got home. I could have stayed in Macon, but there was no real need. Monday morning the doctor said dad could go home on Tuesday and rehab as an outpatient, according to a text I received.

Athlon Ranks the Coaches

Athlon Sports admits that ranking every college coach is an impossible task. They considered everything: wins, resources, recruiting, facilities, budget, career resume, the shape the program is in. They valued coaches more who were better with the X’s and O’s than the CEO-type coaches.

A tough job. Still not their best work. Based on their own criteria, their rankings don’t make sense. Vandy’s Derek Mason may have beaten Georgia’s Kirby Smart last year, but Georgia’s program is far superior to Vandy’s – even when the Dawgs are down like they were last year. Kirby has a proven track record as an assistant, and is a great recruiter.

Will Muschamp was fired by Florida and had a worse record last year at Carolina than Kirby did at Georgia. Not sure why Muschamp deserves to be ranked ten spots higher than Smart.  

Jimbo Fisher shouldn’t be ranked higher than Dabo. Jim Harbaugh may have had some success at Stanford, but he has yet to build a team dominant enough to deserve a number three rating. Bobby Petrino must’ve landed his number ten spot by being good at the X’s and O’s. Here’s part of the list…

    

129 Shawn Elliott Georgia State

121 Tyson Summers Georgia Southern

117 Major Applewhite Houston

108 Paul Petrino Idaho

106 Lovie Smith Illinois

105 Barry Odom Missouri SEC

91 Cliff Kingsbury Texas Tech

90 Terry Bowdon Akron

88 Joey Jones South Alabama

87 Butch Davis Florida International

84 Bob Davie New Mexico

83 Chad Morris SMU

82 Mike Bobo Colorado State 7-6

81 Ed Orgeron LSU SEC

80 Lane Kiffin Florida Atlantic

74 Jim Mora UCLA

72 Rick Stockstill Middle Tenn

67 Skip Holtz Louisiana Tech

65 Kirby Smart UGA SEC 8-5

64 Derek Mason Vandy SEC 6-7 beat UGA

63 Lincoln Riley Oklahoma

62 Steve Addazio Boston College ACC 7-6

61 Dave Doeren NC State ACC 7-4

60 Mark Stoops Kentucky SEC 7-6

58 Charlie Strong South Florida

55 Will Muschamp South Carolina SEC 6-7

52 Bronco Mendenhall Virginia ACC

45 Dino Babers Syracuse ACC

44 Dave Clawson Wake Forest ACC

40 Kevin Sumlin Texas A&M SEC

39 Pat Narduzzi Pitt ACC

38 Rich Rodriquez Arizona

35 Larry Fedora North Carolina ACC

30 Butch Jones Tennessee SEC

29 Hugh Freeze Ole Miss SEC

27 Bret Bielema Arkansas SEC

26 Paul Johnson Georgia Tech ACC

25 Brian Kelly Notre Dame ACC

23 Tom Herman Texas

22 Gus Malzahn Auburn SEC

21 Jim McElwain Florida SEC – better than Mullen

20 Justin Fuente Virginia Tech ACC

19 Dan Mullen Mississippi State SEC

18 Mike Leach Washington State

16 David Cutcliffe Duke ACC

14 Mark Richt Miami ACC

13 Mike Dantonio Michigan State

12 James Franklin Penn State – deserved?

11 Mike Gundy Oklahoma State

10 Bobby Petrino Louisville ACC – too high

9 Gary Patterson Texas Christian

8 Bill Snyder Kansas State

7 David Shaw Stanford – too high

6 Chris Peterson Washington

5 Dabo Swinney Clemson ACC

4 Jimbo Fisher ACC – too high

3 Jim Harbaugh Michigan – too high

2 Urban Meyer Ohio State

1 Nick Saban Alabama SEC

July 2017 Bobbleheads

July will be the month of bobblehead near misses for me. I leave town just in time to miss the Rome bobble, and won’t get back in time to attend the Matt Kemp game.

 

 

The bobble of the month for July might be the talking Jason Heyward in Myrtle Beach. Drives me crazy because I will be leaving the Grand Strand the day before that giveaway. Another near miss.

 

 

Forgive me for adding Cleveland's stirrup socks giveaway. Like bobbleheads, stirrups are an important part of life. This year's influx of ever increased sock-wearing is surely a good thing.

 

 

If it weren’t for the all-star break there would be a bobblehead giveaway almost every day this month. As always, let me know if I left any out. Bobble on!

 

 

7.01 SAT Pearl Ozzie Albies

7.01 SAT A’s Zito & Tejada dual BH

7.01 SAT Mets Asdrubal Cabrera BH

7.01 SAT Orioles Zach Britton BH

7.01 SAT Frisco Roughriders Nomar Mazara

7.01 SAT JAX Vince Coleman Raines HS BH

7.01 SAT Binghamton Noah Santagard gnome
7.01 SAT Omaha Storm Chasers Whit Merrifield BH

7.01 SAT Brooklyn Cyclones Rockford Peaches cap

7.02 SUN Brooklyn Cyclones Captain America BH

7.02 SUN Brewers Zach Davies BH

7.03 MON Reds HOF Ron Oester

7.04 TUE CLE Francisco Lindor BH

7.05 WED Cubs Turning Two BH

7.05 WED Phil Charlie Brown BH

7.05 WED Rangers Game of Thrones Jeff Banister BH

7.06 THU Dodgers Dave Roberts BH

7.07 FRI Danville Bob Kitzmiller BH

7.07 FRI Brooklyn Cyclones Edgardo Alfonzo Starting Lineup figure

7.08 SAT STL Tim McCarver final out BH 2 of 2

7.08 SAT Rays Evan Longoria Game of Thrones BH

7.08 SAT Seattle Kyle Seager BH

7.08 SAT Akron Rubber Ducks Lou Brown BH

7.08 SAT Wisconsin Timber Rattlers Fan Vote BH

7.08 SAT Potomac Tommy John elbow surgery statue

7.08 SAT Kannapolis Intimidators Eddy Alvarez BH

7.08 SAT Phil Mike Schmidt BH figurine

7.08 SAT Rockies Marvel Super Hero BH

7.08 SAT Rome Randy Ingle BH

7.08 SAT 66ers Space Rebel Bernie mascot BH
7.08 SAT Down East Wood Ducks (NC) mystery BH

7.09 SUN NYY Whitey Ford BH

7.09 SUN Smokies Willson Contreras BH

7.09 SUN Jays Aaron Sanchez BH

7.14 FRI Braves Matt Kemp BH

7.14 FRI Kane County Cougars Christmas Vacation BH

7.14 FRI Reds Margaritaville Parrot BH
7.14 FRI Salem Red Sox Willy Wonka BH

7.14 FRI A’s Big 3 BH: Hudson, Mulder, & Zito (group ticket)

7.15 SAT Astros Carlos Correa handshake series BH 2 of 2

7.15 SAT Myrtle Beach talking Jason Heyward BH

7.15 SAT NW Ark Eric Hosmer figurine

7.15 SAT Daytona Tortugas Bob Ross BH

7.15 SAT Brooklyn Cyclones Amed Rosario Gnome

7.16 SUN Wilmington Carlos Beltran BH

7.17 MON Portland Seadogs Andrew Benintendi
7.18 TUE Red Sox Andrew Benintendi Game of Thrones BH special ticket

7.18 TUE Angels Mike Trout MVP double BH

7.18 TUE SF stitch & pitch baseball

7.18 TUE Columbus Clippers Francisco Lindor BH

7.18 TUE Tri City Valley Cats Chad Brown BH

7.19 WED Brooklyn Cyclones mystery bobblehead

7.20 THU Pawtucket Andrew Benintendi BH

7.20 THU Frisco Roughriders Centaur Grubes BH

7.21-22-23 Reds Charlie Brown BH

7.21 FRI CLE stirrup socks giveaway

7.21 FRI Lexington MSU Kenneth Farried BH

7.22 SAT CLE Jason Kipnis BH

7.22 SAT Gwinnett Phil Neikro BH

7.22 SAT NY Mets Noah Syndergaard Thor BH
7.22 SAT Charleston River Dogs umpire BH
7.22 SAT Fayetteville Swamp Dogs mascot BH

7.22 SAT Potomac Mighty Ducks celebrity BH

7.22 SAT DBacks Robbie Ray K-counter BH

7.22 SAT Quad City River Bandits Rick Reuschel BH

7.22 SAT KC Eric Hosmer BH

7.22 SAT Akron Rubber Ducks The Todd BH

7.22 SAT Adam Oltavino Star Wars BH

7.22 SAT SF Charlie Brown 50th anniversary BH

7.22 SAT Bridgeport BH TBA

7.22 SAT Pawtucket Jackie Bradley BH

7.23 SUN Wisconsin Timber Rattlers Yadiel Rivera BH

7.23 SUN KC Captain America BH

7.23 SUN Beloit Snappers BH TBA
7.24 MON Vermont Lake Monsters Addison Russell BH 

7.24 MON El Paso Austin Hedges

7.24 NH Fisher Cats Shrimf on the Barbie BH

7.25 TUE STL Ozzie Smith mini BH

7.25 TUE STL Christmas in July Nutcracker

7.26 WED Dodgers Clayton Kershaw BH

7.26 WED St Paul JD Drew BH

7.27 THU STL Charlie Brown BH

7.28 THU Altoona mystery BH

7.29 SAT Texas E Andrus R Odor High Five BH 2 of 2

7.29 SAT Danville Mystery BH

7.29 SAT Syracuse Bobby Cox BH

7.29 SAT Carolina Muddy the Mudcat mascot BH

7.29 SAT Peoria Chiefs Kaboom mascot BH

7.29 SAT Miami Marlins Dee Gordon BH

7.29 SAT DET James McCann removable mask BH

7.29 SAT Potomac Stephen Strasburg flamethrower BH

7.29 SAT Pawtucket Jackie Bradley Jr BH

7.29 SAT Inland Empire 66ers Orel Hershiser BH

7.30 SUN A’s Big 3 BH: Hudson, Mulder, & Zito (group ticker)

7.30 SUN Phil kids Phanatic Solar Bobble Body

7.31 MON Nashville Buck Showater BH

7.31 MON Tri City Valley Cats Ron Guidry BH