Instant USA Gold Medal Reflections

My view of the Medal Ceremony.

Forty-six years ago (to the day, actually!), I was a 12-year-old in my family’s Michigan living room watching a tape-delayed prime time broadcast of the USA-USSR men’s hockey game from Lake Placid, NY.

We, of course, know how that ended.

It was the stuff of Hollywood.

Today, I watched the first USA men’s hockey gold medal victory since that 1980 team bested Finland a couple nights after defeating the Soviets.

I did not view it from the comfort of my recliner, but rather from 35,000 feet above the U.S. on Delta Airlines Flight 523 bound for Los Angeles where later today I’ll see LeBron James and Luka Doncic’s Lakers host their longtime rival, Boston Celtics.

If I could hop into Bill & Ted’s phone booth and head back to that living room and tell myself I’d be watching an Olympic gold medal victory by the USA from an airplane … well, I’m convinced I wouldn’t believe it.

And, further, if I’d tell myself that I was in that Italian ice arena where the game was played just six days ago watching the USA Women win its semifinal game …

Here’s hoping my fellow passengers didn’t notice me delicately dabbing my napkin at the corners of my eyes.

To say the past two weeks have been special would be a gross understatement.

I am blessed❤️

Stadium Photo Giveaway Drawings Completed

Spartan Stadium
Michigan Stadium

Aerial photo prints of both Spartan Stadium (left) and Michigan Stadium were up for grabs to anyone who entered.

During the lead up to the Michigan-Michigan State football game a couple weeks back we offered a chance to win a gorgeous 5×7 aerial shot of each stadium from Tyler Leipprandt at Michigan Sky Media.

There were entrants who didn’t express a preference to which print they’d like and those who were very particular about which print they’d be interested in.

We sorted them out into appropriate slips of paper and placed them into our drawing bowl and the results of said drawing are found at the YouTube link below. The Spartan Stadium drawing is first and Michigan Stadium follows.

Many thanks to all who entered. Keep an eye out for more giveaways as we keep The Sports Fan Project ambling along. And, of course, we love Likes, Follows, and Shares of any of the content you find enjoyable. Chances are you might have family or friends who enjoy it as well:-)

The winners of Michigan Sky Media aerial photos of both Spartan and Michigan Stadiums are drawn.

The 2025 Ryder Cup Mulligan

As noted in the companion post (Where’s the Golf!?! [aka My Time at the 2025 Ryder Cup]), my father and I had our planned itinerary out east get scrambled thanks to the weather forecast … and the generosity of the PGA of America.

We were supposed to finish our travel into Long Island from our Pennsyvlania hotel on Wednesday and stop along the way to check out one of two museums in New Jersey we’d both been eyeballing for sometime: The Yogi Berra Museum and Learning Center on the campus of Montclair State University and the USGA Golf Museum and Library in Liberty Corner. We’d then hit the other museum on our way out of town on Friday.

With the hurry-up call to get to Bethpage Black Golf Course on Wednesday, we made the decision to head to New Jersey on Thursday and pay a visit to both museums rather than spend another day on what was looking to be a soggy and somewhat deserted Ryder Cup grounds.

Here’s my take on the two museums, as different as night and day, but equally enjoyable in their own way.

But First … Christy Mathewson

Dad and I at the Christy Mathewson family plot in Lewisburg Cemetery
About the time we pulled into to visit the Mathewson family plot, a man was walking his dog and offered to take our photo. A pretty special moment to be sure.

We spent the night during our trip east in New Columbia, PA, which is just a few miles from Lewisburg, home of Bucknell University.

My dad, in doing his research before our trip, discovered that Christy Mathewson, one of the Baseball Hall of Fame‘s original class of inductees, was buried in Lewisburg Cemetery. A native of Factoryville, PA, Mathewson was a 3-sport athlete at Bucknell and his wife was a Lewsiburg native.

It was a no-brainer to pay our respects to a name we were both familiar with.

And then we discovered the football stadium is also named for the baseball great so a campus drive about ensued. Which led to a visit to the Bucknell Golf Club and a spotting of its own version of the more-famous Oakmont Country Club‘s “church pew bunkers.”

Clockwise from upper left, the backside of the baseball stadium’s scoreboard; Christy Mathewson’s gravestone; the Bucknell University Golf Course features it’s own version of the “church pew bunkers” from a more famous Pennsyvlania course, Oakmont Country Club; the Mathewson family plot; and the athletic stadium named in Mathewson’s honor.

The USGA Golf Museum

The exterior of the USGA Golf Museum and the map of its interior.

This has long been on my father’s list of places he’d like to visit.

An avid golfer throughout much of his life and a 1-time card-carrying member of the United States Golf Association (USGA), he’s frequently talked about this spot, but never had the opportunity to get there. I determined we’d make a go of visiting and, if the weather permitted, even pay the extra $10 fee to do some putting on the famed Pynes Putting Course. (Spoiler alert, the weather did not cooperate.)

As one might imagine a golf museum, it is stately and, for the most part, a quiet space to brush with the greatest in the game’s history.

  • There are five rooms dedicated soley to the accomplishments of five notable golf individuals from golf’s history: Bobby Jones, Ben Hogan, Arnold Palmer, Jack Nicklaus, and Mickey Wright (widely considered the greatest women’s player, ever).
  • The Hall of Champions, as the name suggests, features the names of every USGA-sponsored competition winner in history as well as all of the trophies on display.
  • Finally, there is an exhibit near the back that takes visitors through a chronological history of the game in the United States.

Many of the artifacts are breathtaking and straight from the collections of the golfers (in the case of the five themed rooms) themselves. Reading the names of past winners in the Hall of Champions – especially those of Junior-level winners – is fascinating to see who has/have become household names in the sport achieving greatness in their youth.

Clockwise from upper left, a showcase featuring artifacts from Arnold Palmer’s career; this painting of the 16h hole at Augusta National Golf Club was painted by President Dwight D. Eisenhower and presented to Bobby Jones; this portrait of Jones by Thomas Edgar Stephens was later copied by Eisenhower (the Eisenhower version hangs Butler Cabin at Augusta National); this Jack Nicklaus sculpture is a centerpiece in his namesake room; the U.S. Open Championship Trophy includes the name of 2025 winner, J.J. Spaun; a wider look at all the trophies on display; this “Superpowers” area features plenty about Palmer, Nicklaus, and Gary Player; this Sam Snead hat caught my eye; the jumpsuit of Jack Nicklaus II who caddied for his dad during the 1986 Masters; Mickey Wright’s final round scorecard of her 1958 U.S. Open victory at Forest Lake Country Club in Bloomfield Hils, MI, (I’ve enjoyed brunch there on several occasions!); the Ben Hogan Award; Hogan’s Green Jacket from The Masters; various artifacts from Johnny Miller’s 1973 U.S. Open victory.

Perhaps my favorite item in all of the museum was the drawing of Palmer by James David Chase entitled “Gratitude.” At first glance, as you enter the Arnold Palmer Room it appears to be created by a series of lines or a sketch. Upon closer look, it’s actually words and statements either used by Palmer or by others to describe Palmer, his game, his humanity, etc. The accompanying video interview with the artist indicated it took 12 years to create and for many of the smallest statements he needed to wear eye magnification and hold his breath while writing.

It’s hard to do it justice, but what appears to be a pencil drawing of Palmer’s face (top) is, in reality, a series of words and phrases (bottom two images).

The Yogi Berra Museum

A look at Yogi Berra Stadium (home to Montclair State University and the New Jersey Institute of Technology baseball teams), the outside of the museum, and a famous Yogism.

I’m not a New York Yankees’ fan (I live in Detroit, right!?!), but I am a fan of baseball and the English language which, I suppose, means I’m bound by primal forces of nature to be a fan of Baseball Hall of Famer and Yankees’ legend, Yogi Berra.

Having never seen him play, I only knew about Yogi the ex-baseball player and probably wouldn’t have given a second thought about visiting his namesake museum and learning center on the campus Montclair State University, but I am familiar with the Yogisms and his on-the-field success. The tipping point for me wanting to pay a visit, however, was viewing the 2022 Berra documentary, “It Ain’t Over.” I cannot recommend it enough. A total loveletter from his

While there are some lovely artifacts housed here, I’d categorize the spot as more of a menagerie of things collected through the years by either the Berra family or donated to Yogi by former teammates and other Yankees.

Yogi Berra Museum Theater
The theater in the Yogi Berra Museum.

If you find yourself in the area like we did, do take the time to visit the theater, which is built to resemble Yankee Stadium, and view the 2011 episode of “Boys in the Hall” that features Berra. It’s hosted by longtime NBC anchorman Tom Brokaw and provides a terrific backdrop about who Berra was.

Clockwise from upper left, Yogi leads a cavalcade of Hall of Famers onto the field during the 2008 All-Star Game at Yankee Stadium; an area near the entrance to the exhibit hall; Yogi’s Presidential Medal of Freedom and military medals; several artifacts from his playing days with the Yankees; Yogi was on Omaha Beach during the D-Day Invasion; plaques of teammates Joe DiMaggio and Mickey Mantle from the old Monument Park at Yankee Stadium; the jerseys of fellow Yankee catchers Elston Howard (the first black Yankee), Thurman Munson, and Jorge Posada; some artifacts from his time with the New York Mets; the yellow Yankees’ World Series rings are the ones Berra won; portraits of some New York baseball royalty line a wall; broadcaster and former teammate Phil Rizzuto was fond of saying “holy cow,” this one’s signed by many legends; a look at the exhibit area.

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Sunset at the Rose Bowl
I never tire of seeing the sun slipping beyond the San Gabriel Mountains and the Rose Bowl Stadium in Pasadena, CA.

Where does the time go?

I find it hard to believe it’s already been three years since the The Sports Fan Project launched. It’s been a labor of love and, while there have certainly been some starts and stops along the way, I’m not sure I’d change a thing. I remain committed to keeping the space here and over at our podcast, Conversations with Sports Fans, ad free. As such, I appreciate any and all forms of support that my readers and listeners are able to provide. If you’d like to do so, please visit this page. Any amount of support, no matter the size, will be received with earnest, heartfelt gratitude, and maybe even some special content from time-to-time.

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And Another One …

With all due respect to DJ Khaled, it was the month of June’s final Sunday that produced another hit. As referenced in a blog post from Saturday (read it here, if you happened to overlook it), the month of June’s Sundays had been sports fan banger after banger.

And, sure, what I’m sharing from June 29th probably doesn’t carry the same gravitas as, say, that epic Sinner-Alcaraz French Open Men’s Singles Final or Spaun’s remarkably resilient U.S. Open Championship or even the Men’s College World Series or a nip-and-tuck Game 7 in the NBA Finals. But it was still a heck’uva lot more exciting than some of those humdrum NFL Sundays in mid-October.

Here’s what we witnessed:

F1 Austrian Grand Prix – McLaren Dominance

McLaren F1 Racers
McLaren teammates Lando Norris, left, and Oscar Piastri during the Austrian Grand Prix. (Photo by Reuters)

Team McLaren continued its season-long dominance, taking positions one and two on the podium (Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri) at the Austrian Grand Prix. The two battled head-to-head much of the race, following a first-lap incident behind the duo that took out perennial contender Max Verstappen (Red Bull). With his win, Norris shaved seven points off his teammate’s lead in the Drivers’ Championship.

Rocket Mortgage Classic – 5 Playoff Holes!

Aldrich Potgieter
South African, Aldrich Potgieter, celebrates after his winning birdie putt on the fifth playoff hole. (Photo by Paul Sancya/Associate Press)

What seemed, at times, like video game scores emanating from the Detroit Golf Club at its annual Rocket Mortgage Classic, wound up turning into a scintillating finish.

Three players finished 72 holes tied at 22-under-par and headed to a playoff: Aldrich Potgieter, Max Greyserman, and Chris Kirk.

Kirk missed a potential winning putt on the first playoff hole and then a 4-footer to remain alive on the second.

That left Potgieter (a 20-year-old tour rookie) and Greyserman (a grizzled veteran, by comparison, at age 30) remaining; each seeking their first PGA Tour win.

And play on they did. For not one additional hole, not two additional holes, but three additional holes, when Potgieter ended the festivities with an 18-foot birdie putt on the fifth playoff hold.

Did I mention this fella is only 20 and has lived on three continents already? Yeah, when I was 20 … well, I’d rather not mention what I was doing then;-)

U.S. Men’s National Soccer Team – PK Thriller

Not only did it win a match it should have and needed to, but it also made a star out of keeper Matt Freese whom I’d never heard of before, but then again my soccer bona fides are, shall I say, lacking. Having said that, it sounds like he’s a relative newbie making just his fifth appearance for the USMNT.

Yet, there he was in his banana yellow kit stopping three Costa Rican penalty kicks to send the U.S. to the semifinals of the CONCACAF Gold Cup.

@foxsoccer

Every penalty from the shootout between @U.S. Soccer and Costa Rica 🔥 #goldcup #soccer #soccertiktok #usmnt #usa #costarica #concacaf

♬ original sound – FOXSoccer

Sunday Night Baseball – Skubal Shines Brighter than the Setting Sun

Tarik Skubal
Detroit Tigers’ ace, Tarik Skubal, was dealing on Sunday Night Baseball. (Photo by Lon Horwedel/Imagn Images)

ESPN’s Sunday Night Baseball crew doesn’t visit Detroit’s Comerica Park very frequently (2017 was the most recent), so when it does, I always pull for a good showing from my hometown team and fans.

No, I didn’t pony up whatever the asking price was to sit in the stands Sunday nor did I opt for the standing room only option. I chose instead the comfort of a living room sofa where I also saw a 20-year-old South African golfer win over a million dollars after playing 77 holes, a relative unknown U.S. goalkeeper make a name for himself (and likely a few bucks), before I watched the reigning American League Cy Young winner, Tarik Skubal, absolutely dominate the visiting Minnesota Twins.

After watching the first inning, my wife and I checked out an episode of The Bear before returning to baseball. His no-hitter recently broken up, Skubal looked even more dominant thane he had in the first inning. Fourteen whiffs over seven innings ain’t too shabby and the Tigers won, 3-0, before over 40,000 at the CoPa.

Remember that million-plus that Potgieter pocketed earlier on Sunday across town at DGC?

Yeah, Skubal likely earned several times that with his primetime performance. He’s a pending free agent and his representative, the loved/loathed (you decide) Scott Boras, no doubt added a few zeros to the total value of whatever package Skubal signs for.

Three Sundays in June

Earlier this week I was reflecting on what an incredible run it’s been to be a sports fan these past three Sundays. I wonder what’s in store for this, the final Sunday in June.

June 8 – Men’s French Open Singles Final

Jannik Sinner and Carlos Alcaraz
Jannik Sinner, left, and Carlos Alcaraz embrace following their epic French Open Men’s Singles Final at Roland-Garros in Paris. Photo by Aurelien Morissard/Associated Press

Like most iconic sporting events that have made my list for attending during the Around the World in 80 Sporting Events project, I endeavor to tune in at least for a bit – for no other reason – to look longingly at the venue envisioning myself on the grounds some day.

That said, it seemed as though watching the Jannik SinnerCarlos Alcaraz match might not consume too much time. If I’m being honest, like a lot of viewers, I was probably a point or two away from turning the match off and moving on with whatever Sunday had in store. And, in this case, it was birthday Sunday so there was a decent chance something might be in store.

But then Alcaraz won a point. And then another. And then another. And then the third set. And, suddenly, I was sucked in.

I began texting my tennis-loving friends to see if they were watching.

They were.

And then I posted the following on The Sports Fan Project‘s Facebook page:

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The match remained on in the background during birthday lunch.

The match remained on in the background during birthday gifts.

And then I sat back and watched every point of the fifth set super tiebreaker in absolute admiration for what was occurring before me.

Five hours and 29 minutes these two fellas played!

Shoot, I could’ve driven from my home to Chicago’s Wrigley Field in that amount of time and maybe even had a cold one at Murphy’s Bleachers before returning home.

Highlights from the June 8, 2025, Sinner-Alcaraz French Open Men’s Singles Final.

June 15 – First Elimination Day at the Men’s College World Series & the U.S. Open Final Round

Arizona-Louisville MCWS
My view for the Arizona-Louisville MCWS elimination game.

The Arizona Wildcats and Louisville Cardinals played the first elimination game of the 2025 Men’s College World Series … and I was there!

At some point during the next couple of weeks I’ll put together all of my thoughts about the experience of being in Charles Schwab Field in Omaha to see some of the MCWS. For now, though, I’ll simply note that my father and I were in the upper deck roasting away on this 90-degree mid-Father’s Day afternoon watching the Cardinals eliminate the Wildcats, 8-3, as part of Event No. 19 of Around the World in 80 Sporting Events.

It was a darn good game for the first seven innings. Arizona clung to a 3-2 lead entering the bottom of the eighth when Louisville cashed in on fielding miscues and scored six runs to seize control.

Sweaty, tired, and a bit sun burned, we retreated to the air conditioned comfort of our accomodations in nearby Council Bluffs, IA, to recharge and tune into the finals of the U.S. Open. Of course this tournament is where Around the World in 80 Sportings Events had all begun a year ago with Event No. 1 at Pinehurst No. 2.

I flicked on my television just in time to see play resuming following what I later learned was a 90-minute rain delay. What I didn’t discover until much later, was how oddly J. J. Spaun‘s final round began (shooting a 5-over-par, 40 on his front side) and how the rain delay may have impacted the various players.

USGA Rules Official and Golfer Sam Burns
Sam Burns, right, and a USGA Rules Official discuss his lie and standing water on No. 15. The decision went against Burns and he wound up double-bogeying the hole and lost his 1-shot lead. (Photo by Andy Lyons/Getty Images)

The tournament quickly devolved from a test of golf to a test of survival on the soggy Oakmont Country Club layout, especially for clubhouse leader Sam Burns and his playing partner, Adam Scott. While their scores went the wrong way following the resumption of play, Spaun and Rob MacIntyre (and to an extent, Scottie Scheffler) went in the correct direction. For a moment it looked like the 3-over-par Jon Rahm had posted earlier in the day (later matched by Scheffler) might be the number to beat.

Then MacIntyre finished at 1-over-par and suddenly it looked like his might be the number to beat. But Spaun sank a birdie putt at No. 17 and needed only to 2-putt from 64-feet on No. 18 to seemingly lock it up. Instead, Spaun went ahead and drained his birdie putt and jubilation ensued.

It also ensued in Room 108 at the Best Western Crossroads of the Bluffs as well. I let out a whoop that might well have been heard all the way back in Omaha.

Unbelievable!

J. J. Spaun drops a U.S. Open-clinching 64-foot birdie putt on his final hole.

June 22 – MCWS Championship Game, Travelers Championship Final Round, & NBA Finals Game 7

I wasn’t even in the Continental U.S. for these events.

Having just witnessed the 120th Midnight Sun Baseball Game two nights earlier, I was spending an otherwise quiet early afternoon at my friend Tim’s Fairbanks, AK, house. And only because I’d been at Charles Schwab Field less-than a week earlier, I felt compelled to at least tune into the final between Coastal Carolina and Louisiana State.

That it was a 5-3 LSU when I dialed by in the seventh inning, I figured it was worth at least a looksee to discover if the underdog Chanticleers could muster a rally. About the time I began watching, LSU reliever Chase Shores entered the game and he was dealing. Fastballs in the upper 90s and touching 100 miles per hour, CCU could do little with it, though the lead-off batter in the bottom of the ninth inning reach, but a strikeout and a doubleplay ended it and led to a dog pile in the infield for the newly crowned champions, 5-3.

To this moment, I’m unsure what possessed me to flip the channel to the PGA’s Travelers Championship. I suspect it had something to do with potentially witnessing Tommy Fleetwood‘s first PGA Tour victory. Only that didn’t happen. Fleetwood left his approach on No. 18 short of the green and then failed to get up and down to, at worst, force a playoff. Keegan Bradley then calmly sank his birdie putt and celebratedthe way I had the week before in my hotel room.

The main event on this Sunday was, unquestionably, Game 7 of the NBA Finals. I’d made it known on Saturday that I’d hoped to see a good portion of the game.

Unlike the previous two events on this Sunday, I had a dog in this fight. I’m an Indiana native and had taken in my first-ever Pacers’ home game as part of Event No. 14 (the Indiana basketball experience). It turns out Tim had a dog in the fight as well. He’s a Seattle-area native and there are some things folks from his part of the Pacific Northwest don’t forget. In this case, it was the SuperSonics franchise being yanked out from under them and relocated to Oklahoma City.

Sadly, by the time we made our way to The Banks Alehouse for some spectating, perhaps the biggest event of the day had already occurred: Tyrese Haliburton‘s right achilles tendon snapped. With it, as it turned out, so too did the Pacers’ chances.

That didn’t prevent us – and most others in the surprisingly full Banks – from urging on the undermanned and scrappy Pacers against the Thunder until the bitter end. Alas, it was not to be.

What a Sunday! Clockwise from upper left, Keegan Bradley celebrates with his caddie, Scott Vail, after winning the Travelers Championship (photo by Jessica Hill/Associated Press). The LSU Tigers pile on after winning the Men’s College World Series in Omaha (photo by Getty Images). Indiana Pacers’ guard, Tyrese Haliburton, is comforted by teammate T.J. McConnell, the Thunder’s Shai Gilgeous-Alexander, and Indiana’s trainer (photo by Justin Ford/Getty Images).

I wonder what the sports gods have in store for me this week.

The Longest Day aka My Journey to the Midnight Sun Game on the Summer Solstice

Pregame Festivities
The teams gather on the field for singing of the “Star-Spangled Banner”

(Note: This post previously appeared on my other blog, Middle-Aged Male Musings.)

In early December last year, I purchased four reserved seats to the 120th Midnight Sun Baseball Game, played once again (as it has since 1960) at Fairbanks’ Growden Memorial Park as part of my Around the World in 80 Sporting Events project.

Shortly thereafter, I booked my flights to Interior Alaska’s largest city. The route was from Detroit to Salt Lake City to Fairbanks. I was scheduled to arrive shortly before midnight June 20 which would afford me a proper night’s sleep to better enjoy that night’s game, with its start time at 10 p.m. ADT, the stoppage of play at the first half inning after midnight, and the commemoration of playing without the aid of artificial lighting.

As I packed on Thursday and was getting prepped to head to the airport I received a flight notification from Delta Airlines: “Your scheduled departure has been delayed fro 5:50 p.m. until 6:33 p.m.”

I quickly checked my scheduled departure time in Salt Lake; I’d have but 23 minutes to make my connection. This was not going to work.

A rather lengthy chat with Delta customer service representative Eralyn ensued and I was eventually rebooked onto the 6 a.m. EDT flight out of Detroit to Seattle and onto Fairbanks.

What follows is a timeline of my Summer Solstice journey from Macomb, MI, to Fairbanks, AK.

3:31 a.m. EDT/11:31 p.m. ADT (Thursday, June 19)

I’m serenaded by the Electric Light Orchestra’s “Mr. Blue Sky” to awaken. (Come on, how can you have anything but a great day when “Mr. Blue Sky”!?!

4:05 a.m. EDT/12:05 a.m. ADT

Leave my home bound for Detroit Metropolitan Airport (DTW).

5:08 a.m. EDT/1:05 a.m. ADT

Arrive at DTW long term parking. I’d hoped to park at an off-site lot because, well, $32 a day to leave my car is not considered a sound investment and would displease my chief financial officer. That said, the bus departures from the off-site lot are somewhat unpredictable so I chose to be closer to the terminal.

5:15 a.m. EDT/1:15 a.m. ADT

Clear the TSA checkpoint. (Thank you TSA Precheck!)

5:19 a.m. EDT/1:19 a.m. ADT

Arrive at Gate A46 where, sadly, the nearest restroom is closed for renovations. Suddenly there is a time crunch!

5:34 a.m. EDT/1:34 a.m. ADT

Begin the boarding process for Delta Airlines Flight 841.

5:41 a.m. EDT/1:41 a.m. ADT

Arrive at Seat 13D.

5:57 a.m. EDT/1:57 a.m. ADT

Our plane pushes away from the gate.

6:08 a.m. EDT/2:08 a.m. ADT

Take off.

7:48 a.m. PDT/6:48 a.m. ADT/10:48 a.m. EDT

Touchdown in Seattle.

8:22 a.m. PDT/7:22 a.m. ADT/11:22 a.m. EDT

Sat down at Mi Casa Cantina in Terminal A for a bite to eat.

9:20 a.m. PDT/8:20 a.m. ADT/12:20 p.m. EDT

Begin the trek to Terminal B.

10:20 a.m. PDT/9:20 a.m. ADT/1:20 p.m. EDT

Informed via PA annoucement that the gate for my next flight has been changed from Gate B5 to Gate A3. Begin the trek back Terminal A. Sigh:-(

10:55 a.m. PDT/9:55 a.m. ADT/1:55 p.m. EDT

Board Delta Airlines Flight 1061 for Fairbanks.

11:20 a.m. PDT/10:20 a.m. ADT/2:20 p.m. EDT

Announcement that there is a severe peanut allergy on board rendering the Cajun Nut Snack Mix I purchased for my travels worthless for the next four hours.

11:25 a.m. PDT/10:25 a.m. ADT/2:25 p.m. EDT

Our plane pushes away from the gate.

11:50 a.m. PDT/10:50 a.m. ADT/2:50 p.m. EDT

After taxiing at what seemed like a parade pace, our flight takes off.

2:10 p.m. ADT/6:10 p.m. EDT

Touch down in Fairbanks.

FAI Greetings
The welcome at Fairbanks International Airport.
2:21 p.m. ADT/6:21 p.m. EDT

Meet my friend Tim outside baggage claim and head to his vehicle for the short ride to his home.

3:12 p.m. ADT/7:12 p.m. EDT

I’m unsure any recent shower has felt quite so good.

6:20 p.m. ADT/10:20 p.m. EDT

Dinner of grilled chicken, home-baked sourdough, cabbage salad, and black-eyed pea salad is enjoyed on the deck at Tim’s place.

7:50 p.m. ADT/11:50 p.m. EDT

Arrive at HooDoo Brewing Company. Some enjoy a pre-game beverage; I opt for water.

HooDoo Brewing
There is ample outdoor space to socialize and enjoy beverages at HooDoo Brewing.
9 p.m. ADT/1 a.m. EDT (Saturday, June 21)

Arrive at Growden Memorial Park.

10:01 p.m. ADT/2:01 a.m. EDT

First pitch is delivered by Alaska Goldpanners starting pitcher, Connor Wolf from the University of Central Missouri.

11:57 p.m. ADT/3:57 a.m. EDT

The game is paused during the middle of seventh inning for the playing of “Happy Boy” by The Beat Farmers and then the local Sweet Adelines singing of the “Alaska Flag Song.”

The Panners’ mascot, named Happy Boy, dances for the crowd. Play resumed after a pause to commemorate the Midnight Sun, at 12:04 a.m. local time.

12:41 a.m. ADT/4:41 a.m. EDT

Game concludes with a final score of Anchorage Glacier Pilots 7, Alaska Goldpanners 2.

1:03 a.m. ADT/5:03 a.m. EDT

Arrive back at Tim’s house.

1:33 a.m. ADT/5:33 a.m. EDT

Turn the lights out and close my eyes.

And there you have it, a full – very full! – day of travel and enjoyment. That’s approximately 26 straight hours (with a couple of in-flight long blinks) and 1,900 air miles or 3,112 straight line miles.

Rory, the Indy 500, & the NCAA’s Greed

Masters Champion Rory McIlroy
2025 Master Champion Rory McIroy is emotional after winning in a playoff. (Photo by Richard Heathcote/Getty Images)

My final round viewing of the 2025 Masters was, perhaps, the most 21st Century thing I’ve done since watching the Detroit Tigers’ deciding playoff game against the Cleveland Guardians on a Dallas-area light rail train on my to the Texas State Fairgrounds and the Cotton Bowl to see the 2024 Red River Rivalry between the University of Oklahoma and the University of Texas (part of Event No. 8 of Around the World in 80 Sporting Events).

Huh?

Yeah, my Sunday Masters’ viewing began like so many others, on the living room sofa, leisurely finishing my Sunday Detroit Free Press reading, checking email, and futzing around the house.

It transitioned to streaming the CBS feed through my Ford Edge’s speakers on the way to meet a friend in order to carpool to the Jack White concert together. Once at the rendezvous location (his dad’s house) I was able to catch a few shots while we engaged in small talk.

Then it was me watching the stream on my phone as we headed into Detroit to meet other friends at the Motor City Brewing Works.

Imagine my surprise when I saw but one small television in this joint. A single TV, I must say, that was nowhere near the table the other two had secured between the restrooms and the brewing tanks.

Ugh!

I turned to the Masters app and followed the live scoring (because there was no public WiFi nor a strong enough cell signal to stream) and then, when I saw “17” turn to “F” next to Rory McIlroy‘s score of 11-under, I announced to the table that he and Justin Rose were headed to a playoff. One of the other fellas, who clearly had a better signal, began streaming and offered occasional play-by-play for the table.

Only after McIlroy had begun the walk to Butler Cabin did another tablemate hold the phone at arm’s lenght for the rest of us to see the emotional greeting with his wife, daughter, and best mate, Shane Lowry.

It was quite a way to experience the aptly dubbed “Rory Coaster” as Sunday afternoon turned into evening and the Irishman became the sixth golfer to complete the career Grand Slam.

Shortly after seeing him take the walk up the hill to the Butler Cabin I texted my wife, Carol, whom I’d consider – generally – a non-golf fan, but there’s a soft spot in both of our hearts for McIlroy after she and I spent the better part of five hours enduring the wind, rain, and chilly temperatures in the grandstand at the 14th green at Royal Troon Golf Club during the first round of the 2024 Open Championship (Event No. 2) to see McIlroy’s group arrive.

There was a woman seated behind us who had this infectious way of yelling “ROAR-eee” as he made his way to the green that we continue to talk about to this day. While certainly a gallery favorite here in the United States, he’s held in much higher regard across the Atlantic and that was evidenced by the near empty grandstand at the 14th green after his group putted out.

You can, faintly, hear the woman behind us welcoming Rory McIlroy to the 14th green. Tyrrel Hatton and Max Homa are his playing partners.

Any Indy 500 Fans? I’ve Got a Pair of Tickets

Perhaps my eyes were bigger than my stomach some six months ago when it was time to purchase tickets to the 2025 Indy 500. When the dropdown asked how many I’d like I either …

  • A. Panicked
  • B. Over-estimated the number of friends I had
  • C. Was overly optimistic about my network’s interest in auto racing
  • D. All of the above

… and bought four tickets.

Well, two are accounted for and the other two need a good home. The seats are located in the Tower Terrace (see video clip below for an approximate view) and are $115 apiece. I’d love to have someone who’s acquainted with The Sports Fan Project and my Around the World in 80 Sporting Events project, and is interested in the spectacle that is the Indy 500 get these. If this is you or someone in your network, please reach out to me at hilldouglast@gmail.com.

The approximate view from the Tower Terrace seating along the main straightaway at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway.

How Greedy is the NCAA? Let Us Count the Dollars!

As someone who has some lofty sports travel aspirations, it should surprise no one that I’m on just about every communication list to receive information once tickets go on sale, ticket lottery entries begin, and/or ticket application windows open.

Naturally, since we’re now a week removed from the 2025 NCAA Men’s Basketball Championship game, I received an email earlier today inviting me to apply for 2026 NCAA Final Four tickets.

Great, I thought. I’ll get in the mix to secure tickets the old-fashioned way without having to rely on the secondary ticket market.

I clicked on the link and was redirected to Ticketmaster – odd, I thought – where I entered a queue – strange – to apply for tickets.

Once I’d worked my way from number 363 in line into the actual room I was shocked – SHOCKED (though I shouldn’t have been) – to read that, for the tidy sum of $360 per ticket requested, I could apply for 2026 Final Four tickets. Well, I’ll let the NCAA tell you the rest of the story

You are purchasing an application and will be charged in full. If you are not selected you will be refunded, minus the $25 application fee, following random selection. Notification timelines for selected applicants are still being determined. ... All selected applications will be seated in the upper level. Exact locations will be provided to those selected. 

So if I understand this correctly, I’m going to lend the NCAA (an institution that had an estimated $1.4 billion in 2024 earnings) at least $720 of my money (because I know I’ll have at least one traveling partner) for an indeterminate amount time for a chance that I might get seated in the outer-reaches of Indianapolis’ Lucas Oil Stadium for next year’s Final Four with a guaranteed loss of $25 per ticket if I’m not one of the lucky 20,000 or so random selectees. You can find the application yourself at this link.

Saul Bloom from "Ocean's 11"
Oh … OK.

Yeah, thanks but no thanks. I think I’ll keep my money under my control and take my chances on the secondary market in another 10 months or so.