Five games in 5 1/2 days. The teams I was rooting for lost 3 out of 4, with one abstention for divided loyalties. US4118 IPT PHL 1227 1323 DH3 1D US1618 PHL BOS 1515 1635 E90 6C was US 769 PHL BOS 1415 1534 320 was US4557 IPT PHL 0552 0650 DH3 2F US4056 PHL DCA 0835 0940 CRJ 4C was US4544 IPT PHL 1759 1853 DH8 4A US1755 PHL DCA 2106 2200 319 My original plan was to go to Washington, pick up summer clothes, then catch a noon flight next day to Boston for a meeting. But my first flight was cancelled; then the early one next day as well. It came out that the night flight had had only 2 pax, so that makes a big h'm. They booked me on the noon and agreed to change my destination from DCA to BOS, thus possibly salvaging the meeting. Next day. I got there in plenty of time to relax at the Skyline, IPT's restaurant. My buddy Annie had a BLT; I went for liver and onions, which came in a tremendous serving with a large mound of cottage fries. Pretty good plain (har) fare, but not destination stuff: when I was here last, I'd noted quantities of people in their Sunday best trooping in without luggage. I asked the bartender if people came in just for the food, and the answer was yes. I moseyed down to security around boarding time only to discover - after getting cleared - that the connection was an hour late coming in, so we'd be an hour late going. Result: I missed my flight but was protected on the next, trading a Bus for the second row of coach on a super jungle jet. We landed on time, but my plans were shot to heck. An informal postmeeting over sandwiches and beer accomplished most of what should have been done. By the way, there are no restrooms in the gate area here. CO 9 BOS EWR 0725 0845 735 1C Turns out this aircraft had a quite big bulkhead cutout, so there was briefcase storage for both my seatmate (a Chinese guy going on to Shanghai or Beijing) and me. Adequate legroom. The other side seats aren't so good. I slept through most of this flight, which must have been all right. CO1435 EWR PHX 1155 1421 738 21F I saw me going for #2 to 4 to 6 to 7 on the waitlist for 6 seats. Figuring it wasn't my day, I boarded fairly early and was lucky to get overhead bin space. Next to me was a quite large young fellow who tried to keep his elbows to himself but occasionally failed. No biggie, I held the puny window armrest, leaned against the plane, and rested somewhat fitfully. At drink service time, I asked for a double Courvoisier to help me along; I tried to pay with UA coupons (apparently you are supposed to be able to do this), but they wouldn't scan into the system. Ergo, no booze - $7 is highway robbery, $105 a bottle. Heartfelt-seeming apologies, which were made much more believable when the purser comped me the drinks after all. So to the land of nod. I woke close to landing time and discovered that owing to our deicing at Newark and strong headwinds, we'd be half an hour late. No problem, TransWorldOne had a meeting come up and wouldn't be able to meet me for another hour or two. The free wireless at PHX really stinks, by the way. The T-Mobile in the club had been much b... less bad.