Maine: The Way Life Should Be

That isn't an opinion. It is actually the state motto of Maine. And, you know what, I couldn't agree with it more. There really isn't that much to say, actually, especially if you don't know where or what Camp Chewonki is. We have been sleeping in cabins, eating organic food and listening to counselors go on endless tirades about their campers' annoying stories and lack of hygiene. It has been a much-needed break from, well, not so much from baseball (because you can never really get bored of that) but from driving and sleeping in a different bed every night and eating fast food. It has revitalized our spirits, so to speak, and tomorrow we will depart for Cooperstown.

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That's a picture of our California license plates next to the Chewonki sign in Wiscasset, Maine

Being as it is the halfway point, or rather the seventh inning stretch of our ballpark tour, I thought it might be fun to recap the things we have seen so far. Some of these numbers may be a little off, but they are all ballpark estimates. I apologize for all the baseball metaphors, that's just what happens when you spend a month watching nothing but baseball.

We have hit 11 major league stadiums (plus 4 minor league fields), which adds up to 20 games in 30 days and 6,500 miles.

We have watched 7 All-Star Pitchers (Lackey, Beckett, Santana, Papelbon, Okajima, Peavy, Saito) plus 20 more All-Star position players.

We have seen the Red Sox alone go 5-2 and score a total of 41 runs.

We have gotten beach towels in LA, Randy Johnson bobbleheads in Arizona, a haircut in Houston, a live concert from the Rebuilt Brass Band in New Orleans, Rally rags in Atlanta, Don Zimmer bobble heads in Tampa, 1997 World Series DVDs in Florida, and a foul ball as well as plenty of Daisuke t-shirts in Boston.