Home, at last.
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Once the buses pull up to Minute Maid Park, it’s another 30 minutes or so before the equipment truck arrives with the luggage. About half the players wait for the truck; the other half leave right away and pick up their luggage when they arrive to the clubhouse the next day (or, in this case, Friday, considering Thursday is an off day).
The clubhouse workers have odd hours on arrival days, as we explained while blogging about the St. Louis clubhouse workers a few days ago. They’re there waiting for the team and spend several more hours unpacking, washing uniforms, putting equipment back where it belongs, which includes everything from the players’ gear to video equipment to items belonging to the athletic training staff.
Once the uniforms are laundered, the attendants go through the painstaking process of setting up each locker. Fortunately, the scheduled off day allows for the staff to not have to be back in the clubhouse first thing in the morning.
The truck pulls up, and the clubhouse attendants get to work.
The 30 minute wait involves milling around doing a whole lot of nothing, but as soon as that truck pulls up, it’s like a bunch of kids on Christmas. Everyone pushes forward, hoping his suitcase is the first one off.
Assistant clubhouse manager Carl Schneider launders the uniforms.
Once the luggage is unloaded and the players and staff have left, it’s time to put everything back where it started. Trunks, trunks and more trunks.
I get tired just looking at this mess.
It’s hot, humid and late. But there’s always time to have a little fun.
A shot of Roy Oswalt’s antlers.
A nice, serene, quiet shot of the clubhouse. You’ll notice there’s quite a difference in dimensions between the home clubhouse at Minute Maid and the visitors clubhouse at Wrigley. Pretty soon, this room will be filled, and the chaos starts all over again.