Turns out we didn't need to lather up the sunscreen, because it's an indoor ballpark. Parking thirty feet from the official parking garage saves you ten bucks. H. almost ran over a kid today, but to be fair, the kid really wanted to be ran over. Sometimes, the staff at the park isn't as nice as they should be. We drove back through rain (technically - we're talking shprinkles). When life gives you dust storms, take pictures. And when it's the Official Indian Day at the ballpark, they jam pack that game with everything Indian.
Like I said, pictures to come tomorrow. Also, H. will be guest posting his HSO's on everything that happened today. Have a great night!
EDIT: We're going to play a little game of guess where we sat. In the following picture, you can see H. and me (mostly just H., though) after Montero's homerun. Click on the picture to enlarge it, and see if you can find us. I'll give you a hint - H. is wearing his red Rangers Claw 'n Antlers t-shirt. First person to find us gets fancy cookies.
Good luck!
EDIT: We're going to play a little game of guess where we sat. In the following picture, you can see H. and me (mostly just H., though) after Montero's homerun. Click on the picture to enlarge it, and see if you can find us. I'll give you a hint - H. is wearing his red Rangers Claw 'n Antlers t-shirt. First person to find us gets fancy cookies.
Good luck!
I see him! He is the one giving a nazi salute to the Stub Hub sign. Mmmmmmm, cookies.
ReplyDeleteNope! Although that does look remarkably like him, that is not him. You, sir, are cookie-less.
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