All my bags are packed I’m ready to go. It’s that time of the year again, friends—Spring Training with the boys, 3 days in Phoenix, 4 friends, 6 games, boom. Sadly the Mexicutioner can’t make it this year but he’s being replaced by G Snide and Doctor J:a fair trade, I suppose. Even though I bought all six sets of tickets (over/under on how long it takes me to get paid back for that? Ohandbytheway also the hotel?) I have no clue who we are actually seeing but I do know we’re seeing the Dodgers twice, the Royals, the Reds and:uh:oh, the Giants. Probably some other teams too. I can’t remember.
J and I are headed out right after work to meet up with JC who will of course be completely unpacked, insist on taking a shower and then blow drying his hair and then getting gas all while mumbling something along the lines of, “Oh, really? Today is when we’re doing this? Shoot:man, I wish I’d known it was today:I have all these things I was going to do tomorrow:man:shoot, well, I mean:yeah, I guess I can still go:just let me get some stuff together:what sport are we watching again?” Somewhere Jeff Greenfield is nodding silently towards his computer.
Expect updates and photos along the way, friends.
