Okay, so, somewhere on the New York Thruway I thought: wow, wouldn't it be neat if I were staying at the PawSox hotel?
When I got to my motel, I prayed that they weren't there. It was a depressing dump of a place. Don't get me wrong... I'm cool with a shabby motel. But there has to be SOMETHING, charm, amenities, reception.
And then I saw where they were staying and I thought, why does Bob have such a nice kitchen? Their hotel was big league. So shut up, minor leaguers.
I told you that to tell you this. My motel was right on top of Chili Dr. Weird name, right? Turns out there's a nearby city called Chili. This made me think of Chili Davis. So, whatever.
At the night game I went to buy a delicious beer (Red Wing Red Ale) and I asked the beer people where the local kids had breakfast. As in eggs and homefries. I mentioned that I was staying in the Chili area.
The woman who poured my beer said, "Oh,you mean Chi-li?" As in rhymes with jai-alai. Or hi-fi.
And all I could think of was, I can't wait to tell Vanessa. I said, "That's the funniest thing I've heard all day."
Chi-Li. Get it right, stupid.