Kids and Dogs at 30,000 Feet – Brandon Crawford
I’m back at my same locker in the AT&T clubhouse. It feels like I never left. When I got here today, I parked in the players’ lot, walked through the left field gate, onto the field, down the third-base line, into the dugout, down the stairs, around the corner, up the stairs and into the clubhouse.
Didn’t I just do this? I can’t believe five months have passed.
We flew in last night after yesterday’s last game in Arizona. I’m staying at a hotel in the city until we can get into our rental house in Walnut Creek in April. Jalynne drove the SUV from Scottsdale to LA with Braylyn and the two dogs, Marley and Koda. She’s going to stay with her parents for the weekend because we’re opening the season in LA. It didn’t make sense for her and the baby to come all the way to San Francisco only to turn around on Sunday and go to LA.
A lot of guys had their families on the flight from Phoenix to SFO. Buster, Kristen and their one-and-a-half-year-old twins were sitting in front of me. Addison, Buster’s daughter, was getting fussy and suddenly Buster gets up and hands her to me.
“Here, go back with Mr. Brandon!’’
I take her and she starts screaming. She wanted her dad, not some guy she doesn’t know with a beard and long hair. Buster was nice enough to come back and sat next to me, which got Addison to stop screaming. I guess I know what’s waiting for me with Braylyn in a year or so.
There were dogs on the plane, too. Romo, Cain, Zito all had their dogs. Zito had one on his lap and one in the seat next to him.
The kids were louder than the dogs.
OK, going out to batting practice. We are so ready for the real season to begin.
And so ready for LA.
See you next week at our home opener.