L.A. is the new St. Louis

Sitting here last night, I couldn't help but be reminded of the press box, er, sweat box, at old Busch Stadium in St. Louis. It was all concrete, so the chairs would send shivers down your spine every time you scooted forward or backward. Even the counter top that you worked on was concrete, although they painted it ballpark green. There might have been no place in America more miserable than St. Louis in June, July and August, what with the combination of the heat, the suffocating humidity and that old stadium that thankfully is long gone now, But I have to say, this soon-to-be-replaced-and-moved box at Chavez Ravine wasn't much more comfortable last night. I can't remember, in the four-plus years I have lived in Los Angeles, there EVER being humidity on the level of last night. When you're working, you just kind of tune it out and press ahead. But by the end of the night, as I was leaving, I just felt nasty and disgusting. I'm sure the Indians felt right at home, though. ... No news or lineup yet today. I'm sure the lineup is coming shortly. As for news, I can't imagine there is going to be that much today, but we'll see.