When a writer's life starts to mimic The Amazing Race
Posted: Monday May 2, 2005 3:23PM; Updated: Monday May 2, 2005 3:26PM
Carmelo Anthony was ejected in the fourth quarter of the Nuggets' loss to the Spurs on Saturday night in Denver.
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It doesn't get blockbuster ratings, but The Amazing Race is my favorite show on television. And sometimes, my life imitates TV ...
Friday, April 29, 8:30 a.m. (Eastern Daylight Time) -- Sitting at JFK Airport in New York, waiting for my flight to Los Angeles to take off in an hour, tapping away on my laptop. Ever see the CNN morning show? Yeah, me neither.
Friday, April 29, 12:48 p.m. (Mountain Daylight Time) -- How can these airlines be losing money? Despite this being a four-hour flight, they served no food. All I received was a glass of ice water. Totaling the cost of water, ice and a plastic cup, it probably cost the airline $0.07 for my refreshments.
Friday, April 29, 12:50 p.m. (Pacific Daylight Time) -- Finally made it to Los Angeles, which always reminds me of a less-warm Miami. No traffic on the 405 today -- at least during lunchtime.
Friday, April 29, 2:30 p.m. (PDT) -- The soccer team FC Dallas arrives at its hotel, just across the street from the Home Depot Center. I'm supposed to meet Eddie Johnson, the striker who has been dominating international play for the U.S. Men's National Team, to profile him in the new soccer magazine, Striker. Eddie enters with his collar flipped, Cantona-style. He asks if we can do the interview after practice, cancelling my plan to squeeze in a Dodgers-Rockies game tonight.
Friday, April 29, 2:35 p.m. (PDT) -- Subway. 12-inch sub. Word.
Friday, April 29, 4:45 p.m. (PDT) -- One good thing about living on the West Coast must be that the games all start so early. While waiting for Johnson to return from training, I realize the Braves and Cardinals have just started on TBS. Get to watch three innings before ...
Friday, April 29, 5:30 p.m. (PDT) -- Eddie and I sit and talk in the lobby of the hotel. I love that this pro team is staying in the same $89-a-night chain that I'm in. Added bonus for me: I don't have a roommate.
Friday, April 29, 7:28 p.m. (PDT) -- Back in the room to transcribe the interview, after a brief detour to a nearby Jack-in-the-Box for dinner. Two homeless guys were eating dinner there. They left their shopping carts in consecutive parking spaces outside.
Saturday, April 30, 3:45 a.m. (PDT) -- The alarm goes off (and it's that '80s song, Nothing's Gonna Change My Love For You, which gets stuck in my head all day), after falling asleep last night around 11:30 p.m. Got a 6:00 a.m. flight to Denver.
Saturday, April 30, 9:45 a.m. (MDT) -- I step outside Denver International Airport to find the sun shining brightly. It's warm enough that I take off my coat.
Saturday, April 30, 12:15 p.m. (MDT) -- After checking in to my hotel in downtown Denver, I take a walk around and find a multiplex. Since I have time to kill, I buy a ticket to the only movie starting now: Sahara.
Saturday, April 30, 2:15 p.m. (MDT) -- I walk out of the theater thinking, man, that really sucked. But outside it's overcast and snowing hard. As confused as I am by the time differences and flights, I'm even more perplexed by this.
Saturday, April 30, 5:30 p.m. (MDT) -- SLAM's Denver stringer, Cub Buenning, picks me up at the hotel and we hit a sports bar near the Pepsi Center to watch the end of the Dallas-Houston game. I walk up a flight of stairs and find myself out of breath. Maybe there's something to this altitude stuff.