Hello, Scranton, or East Scranton or Dunmore, Pa.

We're in Scranton. Or East Scranton, as this oddly configured Best Western calls it. But the address says we're in Dunmore. Going the northern route from New York City proved to work well. Once you get to Rt. 17, which I learned will soon become Interstate 86, there was little traffic. And even though driving on I-84 through Pennsylvania can get boring, it is scenic. The cornfields of the Ohio Turnpike likely won't match up. That's the sign across from the hotel.

Game starts at 7:05. I think I saw the Columbus Clippers, who are in town to face the SWB Yankees, play the Syracuse Chiefs in Syracuse during college. During a rain delay that night, people from the stands helped roll the tarp out onto the field. I'm going to wear good shoes tonight in case the grounds crew needs help.

Caught the Yankees-Cubs game on the radio during the ride. As Nick pointed out, not only is it disappointing that Derek Jeter is on the disabled list and won't be playing in when we see the Yankees in Cincinnati, Jeter misses out on likely the only chance he'll get to play in Wrigley Field.

During the game, I didn't catch the play but Yankees play-by-play man John Sterling said a play was weird. He followed up by saying, "Now when I say weird I have seen a million weird plays and that was Weirdsville."

Haven't been to a minor league game since a Bridgeport Bluefish game Memorial Day weekend 2010. I think in the past five years, I've seen Bob Dylan in more minor league baseball games than baseball.

This is the back door to the hotel, where I found dumpster to get rid of our New York Turnpike tokens. This hotel has no windows that look outside, just windows that look toward the indoor pool that is appears to be part of the lobby. Maybe they'll be a water polo match we can watch from the window if the game is rained out.