At some point last night this note was slipped under my office door.
That could only mean one thing… The PorkSide!
The Porkside… but what of the code at the bottom? Are there clues in there as well? 209… 209… that could be a clue. I already called Kram about his 209 but he didn’t know. Nothing in Section 209. Wait! Twitter.. I saw something on Twitter!
Barry Enright’s from the 209! We head to the Pig’s clubhouse, it’s empty but inside Enright’s locker is this…
Another clue! Wait, are we on a timeline? 8:05? Did we miss something? What is FL75? Looking around for other clues we find a lot of cold weather gear… gloves, mittens… does Tyson Gillies have a parka in his locker? All this cold weather stuff, it hasn’t been too cool here in PA lately has it.. it feels warm. Feels like springtime or… I got it! It FEELS LIKE 75! To the Time and Temp sign in the outfield!
Just as we suspected, there was a note taped to the back of the Time and Temp sign.
Man, I wish whoever is leading us on would just be up front about it… but then again, nothing in the PorkSide is ever easy.
Our next clue. BC – 8:05. Something about a cracking bat, a ball that will never be caught and a blantant reference to the Hunger Games Catching Fire on the countdown. Yeah, we get it.. time is running out. The field is empty.. strange. You’d think someone would be out here.. but yeah it is cool this morning. Probably all inside. We head back into the clubhouse to retrace our steps in case we missed anything. Nothing to be found. What is that tapping sound. It’s getting louder as we get closer to the batting cage.. the batting cage! BC! Inside the cage we find a pitching machine running on its own, shooting baseballs against the wall. Never to be caught. We’re at the right place. A hand reaches out and pulls us into a hidden door.. we are now in.. The PorkSide.
IronPigs live in the sunlit world of what they believe to be Coca Cola Park. But…there is, unseen by most, an underworld, a place that is just as real, but not as brightly lit… a PorkSide.
Another trip to the PorkSide. When will we figure this place out? Perhaps we never will…
The Porkide is always there, waiting for us to enter – waiting to enter us. Until next time, try to enjoy the daylight.
Categories: Tales From the Porkside