I love Google Maps.
I looked up where Carlos is from, which turned out to be Puerto Cabello.
So I Google-Mapped that and lo and behold right in the middle of town is a baseball diamond.
Not that he's exactly there right now.
Surely he's in Venezuela somewhere, and I can guarantee you there are maybe 3 clouds in the sky, it's about 82 degrees, and Carlos is responsibly applying sunblock #30 (I think that's in his contract).
Can you imagine having to fly to Chicago right about now?
In this weather?
So you and I can gawk at him, and ask questions like "Carlos, what's it like to pitch for the Cubs?"
The blizzard watch has been put off til tomorrow so there's still time to clear off the runways and streets (right, Mr. Daley?) before Friday's Cubs Convention kickoff.
But this is one of those things where I think baseball players truly earn their salary.
Yeah, they make alot, but I think in the world of celebrities this is pretty unique.
And AWESOME.
Of course they have "Star Trek" and "Starwars" conventions, but I don't think they trot out Harrison Ford and have him sit at a booth for 3 hours signing autographs.
Which brings me back to Carlos.
At the Convention I usually run around, seemingly with a plan but something else always seems to spring up and I end up running in circles instead.
This year, I might just settle down in one of those long lines to get an autograph.
Never done that.
Anyway, if you get VINELINE, you've already seen this illustration.
Imagine Big Z, here in Chicago, trying to start a snowball fight.
No WAY, dude.
