|James Emily, Todd under the straw hat, me with my eyes on the ball and my dad at the end.|
The best park of the trip, my dad was able to join us.
The last weekend of March is not the best nor most economical time to visit Arizona. It is the end of spring training, Harley week and the middle of spring vacation. It can be hot, 94 degrees hot the weekend we were there. 94 was about 30 degrees warmer than we had experienced for 6 months.
Giants stadium is a little gem in downtown Scottsdale. If you stay near the stadium, you can hail a Pedicab. The point of the game, a least for the fans around us, was to drink as much beer as possible. If we had been to a game or two more, we too may have been best friends with the guy the next row over who was buying for everyone around him.
We lasted abut 6 innings before the heat drove us back to the hotel. By then, the Giants had 1 hit, were down by at least 6 runs, we were out of water.
James rented a hot red Challenger. For us the challenge how 5 of us were going to fit in and get into the car. I crawled into the back, squished into the seat behind James the driver, put on my seat belt before 6'2" Todd poured into the middle seat, adjusted his seat belt before Emily plopped in. Emily had to adjust the front seat just so, so grandpa could slink down low enough to get his head and body in the car at the same time. Needless to say, we did not get in and out too much.
|Three generations toasting birthdays, health, love, life and family with our Dom Perignon champagne|