The Lair Gets a Signal!
Winter was ending. Pitchers and Catchers were reporting to their respective Spring Training Camps. Craig sat down in his kitchen enjoying a nice morning Taco while using his tablet to look through the various news items of the day (Baseball related of course, is there any OTHER kind of news?). Still the day was a bit cloudy and gray, a reminder of the season. Suddenly, a small red light on his kitchen counter flashed on and off with a corresponding buzzing sound. Craig creased his forehead in mild surprise and put down his taco and his tablet.
Walking to the counter he pressed the red button, and a set of high powered binoculars lowered from the ceiling and stopped in front his kitchen window. He looked in and the Columbus skyline greeted him (the binoculars were for show, in reality they received the picture transmitted by a remote camera but it was much cooler this way!). He was interested in one landmark in particular: LeVeque Tower, once the tallest and most elegant building in Columbus (stupid Rhodes Tower!) it was still a cultural beacon of the fine city.
He increased his magnification to examine a specific spot and there, on the wall he spotted… the SIGNAL
He needed to go… NOW! He walked to his study, and pressed two keys on his piano and a wall panel moved aside to reveal an alcove. He stepped in and slid down the pole until he emerged in his Lair already in proper lair attire (Bathrobe and bubble pipe). Already the 1995 Braves Championship Team picture gave way to his 71″ LED Screen. Tiffany graced his screen as it activated.
“Craig! I got the “signal”, but wouldn’t it have been easier if you had just sent me a text message?”
“Oh Tiffany, where’s the fun in that? Is everything ready?”
“Yes indeed,” she smiled. “I’m curious as to how you appropriated that… rover? tank?”
“It’s a Tumbler my dear Tiffany,” said Craig while puffing a few bubbles. “Chris Nolan said I could have it since he finished his movies and would no longer require it.”
“Impressive! Well everything is packed in for your trip to Phoenix. Food, drink, bubble pipe refills, Downy for the Bathrobe, NBC Sports credentials, suitcase with your civilian attire, the works.”
“Excellent, I’m on my way then. I have to hurry. Without me Spring Training won’t be complete and can’t begin.”
Tiffany rolled her eyes, “You know Craig I’m not quite sure Baseball deserves you.”
Craig missed the tone of her voice completely and straightened his posture looking quite seriously. “Oh my dear Tiffany, I’m not the blogger Baseball deserves (only the Braves deserve me), but I’m the blogger it needs!”
He pressed a button turning off the display before Tiffany could recover from that one and moved off to the garage annex. The Tumbler was already primed and ready. He strapped himself in and engaged the driving system. Everything felt right as he accelerated through the tunnel and out of the camouflaged entrance to his Lair and emerged among the back roads of Ohio. It was time to head for Phoenix… and Baseball!