Hot Stove League
I’m a fairly indifferent baseball fan, so I’m not following the baseball winter meetings with ‘bated breath, but can you imagine the atmosphere in the hotel where they’re being held? General managers and player’s agents circling each other like sharks, a whispered tete-a-tete between a pair of them causing anxiety and suspicion in all those not privy?
But this struck me as the funniest thing:
One possible barrier to wheeling and dealing here: The Anaheim Marriott is a cell phone dead zone. The front drive is littered with people trying to get a signal
All those type-A dudes reduced to an arcane technological dance step in the driveway. And you can bet that, in the fine print of the Guest Services Directory, it says, “Outgoing local and long-distance calls: $3.50 per call”.
