My MLB tour/roadtrip to Maine

Step 1: Why?
Combining two bucket lists into one: visiting all 50 states in the U.S. and visit every MLB stadium. Crossed off 6 states in New England which now puts me at 48 of the 50 (New Mexico & Alaska).

Step 2: When?
Juggling over a dozen different MLB schedules in late July, I wound up attending 8 games at 8 ballparks in 11 days. The Phillies gifted me a surprise double-header - ended by a walk-off Grand Slam - and I attended the Fenway tour, but unfortunately no game. 

Step 3: Where?
Starting from Circle City - also visiting Ohio, Pennsylvania, New Jersey, New York, Connecticut, Rhode Island, Massachusetts, Maine, New Hampshire, Vermont, Delaware, Maryland, Virginia and West Virginia.

Step 4: How?
Using Hotels.com, HipCamp, Google Maps, Trip Advisor and the Ballpark app. I drove, camped, disc'd, fished, cheered & jeered, went sight-seeing & wondering & touring & exploring, slept in the car & hotel & tent & friend's house, and had gobs of seafood & ice cream along the way.

Some of my favorite photos (below) with more on IG: @Schrockstar

  

  

  

 

 

 

Don't wanna die til I get older

Hi! You may or may not know me that well, but you found your way here and now you're stuck with me. You're gonna read this whole post, if not scroll down further. You still here? Good.
My name is Pete, people call me SchrockStar. I will call you... later. For now, let me tell you about me. I recently moved into a house in Fishers/Noblesville near Deer Creek. I just started a new job at Walker Information doing IT stuff. I just spent a 5-day vacation in Bloomington that can only be retold w/ pictures. On Monday, I had a first-date w/ a waitress I met on Valentine's Day. The McD's PoY sat 5 ft from us at dinner. He wore a bib. She wasn't wearing any panties. And last night, J-O gave me his armband after sitting courtside in his career playoff game vs the Nets. These things make me happy. I also love music, women, Hoosiers and life; and I couldn't care less if I suddenly died tomorrow. I've lost count how many times I've blacked out in 2006 and it's only April. I don't make plans on Sundays, other than to watch my Colts. I'm not cocky... unless it's stuff I'm great at, like having sex with your girlfriend. At some point in my life, I'll act responsible and sane - if I make it that far. Until then, holler if ya hear me.