|Put the Miller Light here, Ice Man!|
Then there's Maryvale Ball Park, which is built mostly from concrete block, is located behind a discount strip mall, considers chicken strips to be fancy-schmancy, and gets the heavily tattooed crowd that yells profane advice at the players, which the players can hear because nobody paid for constant organ music and sound effects to tell us what we ought to feel. You can hear the crack of the bat at Maryvale, over the yelling of the fans and the announcements to put a ticket stub in your child's pocket so she can be returned to you if she wanders off. Also, have some beer.
This early in spring training, the boys of summer are lucky to find the ball. Texas won. In the latter half of the game, balls got hit by bats.
Tamra and I finished the afternoon at the Melrose Street Fair.
|Tamra loves muscle cars!|
|Tamra complains that nobody famous photobombs her.|
|What lovely boots you have, Tamra! Wouldn't you like to let us try them on?|
The Chic Boutique girls -- currently Dena and Victoria, with another from the Polar Bear Club waiting for clothing and hairstyling -- can't get the boots on at all.
|If I tug and I tug... well, no.|
|Maybe a foxtrot set to "Blue Christmas"?|
|If I ever get my hands on the blue dress that Maeve grabbed... I have the boots.|
|Maybe with a skirt... but Annie's not really a skirt person.|