Everyone loves a good vacation. But vacations during baseball season can be difficult – especially if you go to a place where they don’t play baseball, much less understand it. This was the case when I went on vacation to Europe a few weeks ago. Some people miss their kids when on vacation. I miss my teams.
Our first stop was London, England. London was in the midst of preparing for the Royal Wedding and some sort of football playoffs. At least I think. There seems to be many teams and leagues there, so I never was quite sure what was going on. There was this team called “Liverpool Football Club” that people seemed pretty excited about. (In England they play this thing called “football” – which, for some weird reason, is called “soccer” in the U.S. Regardless of who calls it what and where they call it that, it’s not baseball.)
One of the places I’d hoped to get to while there was London Stadium. Sure, most people want to see Big Ben, Kensington Palace, or Buckingham Palace, but they don’t play baseball there. The stadium, originally known as Olympic Stadium, was built for the 2012 Olympics. The stadium has a capacity of about 57,000 fans and is currently the home of West Ham United – which is another one of those football clubs. (They are in the Premier League along with Liverpool, if that means anything to anyone.) As expected, on May 8, MLB formally announced that the Yankees and Red Sox will play a series at London Stadium June 29-30, 2019. (I’m already on the waiting list for information about opportunities to possibly be in the running to maybe get tickets.)
There was little else baseball-related in London. Nonetheless, we saw many wonderful things, including Westminster Abbey, London Bridge (several of them, actually), and even the David Bowie mural in Brixton (which, weirdly, has nothing to do with the Bowie Baysox). It was a whirlwind tour of London before we set on our next leg of the trip: Malaga, Spain.
Of course, before we got to the airport to take our flight to Spain, we caught a glimpse of a guy wearing a Yankees cap. Because you apparently can’t go anywhere in the world without stumbling across someone wearing a Yankees cap.