And so
began our great Flea Market tour of Tennessee. Yes, we had already hit just
about every antique store, mall and barn in the Kodak-Gatlinburg-Wears Valley
triangle. Now it was time to go old school.
As flea
markets go, these were similar to the old Pevely Flea Market (R.I.P.). Some
worse, some slightly better, but overalls with no shirts worn beneath seemed to
be the norm for both the male and female sellers.
I found
that not only is it strange what people sell, it’s the utter randomness of it
all. You’ll see old Louis
L'Amour novels next to a porcelain doll that sits on top of a first edition copy of
Death of a Salesman right next to 10 pairs of new tube socks. You trip over a
stack of carpet samples on your way over to the table of used tools, military paraphernalia,
.22 caliber ammunition, special imported Chinese toothpaste and fresh
watermelons. Just an odd assortment of both people and items.
I did pick
up a few baseball-related items: a 1958 Stan Musial and autographed Steve
Carlton and Roger Clemens cards and a “close-out,” authentic Tim Lincecum San
Francisco Giants 2011 alternate jersey (for $20!), and, of course, more books. The
jersey was neither stolen, nor fake, or so the story was told to me. The guy
had a store in Atlanta and it was part of a purging of older merchandise. In
fact, he was a huge New England Patriots fan, just like my friend, Tony, and
most of the jerseys were of the Tom Brady, and friends, variety. Since the NFL
switched from Reebok to Nike as their supplier this year, he decided to unload
some merchandise since it’s not the latest and greatest. In fact, the Lincecum
jersey was one of only two baseball jerseys left. TMI? Too bad, so sad. Tell
your mom, tell your dad.
I picked
up some bargaining phrases from my friend, The Mayor, while hitting the antique
stores in North Carolina that worked wonders when negotiating prices. And just
so you don’t think that this was all about me, Julia got some socks and books,
so neither of us left empty-handed and, thus, it was only mostly about me. Hey,
July is my pre-pre birthday month, so I’m entitled.
Shawn Spencer |
One last Flea
Market story and I’ll mercifully end this portion of the post… At one
particular place off of I-75, I was patrolling the booths, which were
disappointingly baseball-free, until I came upon a woman hanging jerseys of all
kinds in her stall – baseball, football, basketball, hockey, even a few college
jerseys. I asked the price and she said $30 each. Not quite the $20 deal I got
in Sevierville, but not too shabby. Not too shabby, that is, until I began to
notice some things, Shawn Spencer style.
First, I
spied a Roberto Clemente Pittsburgh Pirates jersey and tried to contain my
excitement. I pulled it down and saw the coveted Mitchell and Ness tag on the
inside and on the front at the bottom. It had the year printed below it, as
Mitchell and Ness does on their Cooperstown Collection. The year on this
particular jersey was 1979, the year the Pirates won the World Series. Pretty
sweet, huh? It would be except for one small glaring error, considering that Roberto
Clemente died in a plane crash on December 31, 1972, a mere seven years prior!
Clue #1: Clemente never wore this jersey. It didn't exist until 1977. |
This is the tag one might expect to find on a legit Clemente jersey. |
Clue #2: This is the tag I observed. Hmmmm. |
These,
unfortunately, were not legitimate jerseys, but she did have a 1986 Darryl
Strawberry New York Mets and a 2012 Gretzky Winter Classic jersey that caught
my interest. At least the numbers and years were correct. Had she accepted my
offer of the $20 price I got back in Sevierville, I may have committed a
criminal action, but when I tried The Mayor’s negotiating tactic, I was shot
down. Thus, I walked away from the alleged counterfeit materials. Her reason
for rejecting my offer was that if she only took $40 for both, I was really
getting one free. Sound logic Flea Market lady. Sound logic, indeed.
We
continued our journey onward to Chattanooga and arrived at our hotel around
3:30 p.m. The double header was set to start at 5:15. We checked into the
Courtyard where our window faced the Tennessee Aquarium, a mere 500-foot walk
across the parking lot. AT&T Field, the home of the Chattanooga Lookouts,
was only a two-minute trek. The only oddity in Chattanooga was the fact that
the parking garage for the Courtyard was in no way connected to the hotel. I
had to walk down three flights of stairs to get to the street and then walk
around the block to get to the main entrance. Odd, says I. Other than that
though, we were pleasantly surprised by the quaintness of Chattanooga.
We headed
up to the first game of the double header (the Thursday night game was rained
out, thus causing the need for this twin bill). It was about 1.7 million
degrees and our seats were in the first row behind the plate – not conducive to
a comfortable game-watching experience in Satan's hell fires. After the flamethrower that was
Asheville, we were not about to microwave ourselves again. We did a quick
looksee around the stadium and saw that the last few general admission rows we
kinda sorta in the shade due to a bit of a roof. It was fine for a while until
the sun decided to move in that westward and downward path it likes
to take just enough to poke out beneath the overhang and begin melting my limbs
from my core. It wasn’t pretty.
For Game
2, we moved down to our actual seats, which were much better in both view and comfort level. The fact that the rain clouds moved in overhead helped with
that, and boy did they make all the difference. Not only did I cease melting,
but I think my sweating went from Victoria Falls to a slight trickle.
Sky reminiscent of Return of the Living Dead. Look it up. |
Post-game,
we decided to partake of the sacred Mellow Mushroom pizza about which we had
heard so much from the young North Carolinians. It was pretty tasty stuff and
it was cool and dry in there (it had started to rain a bit toward the end of
the game), so it made for a fitting and filling end to another long day.
Tomorrow…on
to Nashvegas!
To see
photos of the Day 14 experience, click HERE.
1 comment:
I can't believe your were able to pull Shaun from Psych into the blog!
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