Sadly that's AM and not PM
You see that clock here? That is when we got into Phoenix last night/this morning. That is not a happy time to be alive, I don’t care how much fun you are having, when it’s 4:30 in the morning really you just want to go to bed. Of course, when dealing with JC you tend to get everywhere much later than you’d planned and AZ was no exception. J and I sat in the parking lot of Fat Pat & Oscar’s in Costa Mesa for 2 hours waiting for JC to pull his head out, which he finally did and graciously did without his shower/blow dry/hair coiffure before we hit the road. And two truck stops, one drive through Quartzsite and six hours later, here we are. Oh, the good news: Marriot has an all you can eat Waffle Bar. The chances G Snide abuses this thing? High. Very high. The line cannot be set high enough here.
On today’s docket–Dodgers and Cubs from Ho Ho Kam in the afternoon followed up with the Rangers and the Brewers. It’s sunny, warm and I’m full of waffle. Let’s get it going. Or actually, let’s wake up JC.
