Posted By Jeff Fletcher on October 16, 2009 7:10 pm

Although I’m in Los Angeles, where it was a gorgeous 90-degree day today, I am pretty intently watching the weather in New York, because some rain back there might actually get me home for a few days. Or it might not. It’s kinda complicated. If Game 2 in New York is rained out on Saturday and played on Sunday, there are two options for Game 3 in Anaheim. They could play it Monday, as scheduled, with no workout day in between. Or they could move it back to Tuesday, and essentially lose the scheduled off day (Wednesday) between Games 4 and 5. If they go with the latter option, then I get to come home for a night or two before that series resumes down here. The latest plan, according to my New York colleague Ed Price, is to just bang the workout day and play Game 3 on Monday here. Of course, maybe it won’t rain at all and they’ll play Game 2 on Saturday and have the workout here on Sunday.

See? Complicated. This is the sort of exciting stuff that I figured I’d be writing about when I came up with the idea for this travelogue. OK, that’s not very exciting. I know.

Anyway, today was yet another exciting game. I think there’s really only been one game of the five I’ve seen that hasn’t been pretty dramatic. The Phillies pretty much gave this one away, which is bad for me because now that the series is 1-1 it’s most likely going to make it back here for a Game 6, unless one of the teams can win all three in Philly. Not likely.

That means that I’ll be back here to deal with the nightmarish clubhouse situation again. Today I went into the Phillies clubhouse after the game. The visitors clubhouse is smaller than the home one, and it was pretty much chaos in there. People were climbing over furniture to move around. I had wedged myself in next to Chase Utley’s locker such that I had to stand in Jayson Werth’s locker, straddling his bag, and unable to move at all. The players all grumble about us being there and causing such a crowd, but you can trust me when I say that we hate it as much as they do.

I tried to take a picture of the chaos with my phone, but it was too blurry. Here’s a picture of the press box, with all of us busily writing away in front of the blackness of an empty stadium.

Oh, another interesting thing happened today. The WiFi just died in the eighth inning, leaving many people scrambling for connectivity to the sacred internet. As a group, we writers have all become deeply dependent on the internet. I know it’s not good to rely on that as a reference, but I find it’s worth risking the rare internet outage in exchange for carrying about 10 pounds less of paper reference material.