The Triple P.

Yeahup. What we got ourselves here is a Pure Picture Post. Hold onto yer cowboy hats 'n don't let go of them cowboy boots. Let's take a look-see at yesterday's journey to Baseball Land.

I made this tortilla the night before the big adventure.
It has a sad face, and is thus post-worthy.

This is just one of the several dust storms we saw on our way to the ballpark.
I think the final count was seven one way and four coming back.

This is a very large hill with saguaros. That's pronounced "sah-war-ohs".
Somehow, the 'g' doesn't get pronounced.

Lots and lots of cactusees. 

Finally here! We were an hour early, so there wasn't much traffic.

A view from the 300 section. 

This ballpark might be bigger than the one in Arlington.

I'm not sure how I feel about the dirt path between the mound and home.

It was Native Americans Day at the park, and the jumbotron had video
of the Indians performing on the field. Very nice picture, that jumbotron.

Having a party at first base. 

Rockies pitcher who let in seven runs in two innings. 

Action shot of a swing. I'm so proud of my camera skillz.

You can tell this is an indoor stadium because the grass under
 the outfielders is brown. 

First inning visit to the mound. 

BJ Upton was always introduced as Justin. Very weird.

Fuzzy picture, but this was my favorite Diamondbacks player.
His last name is Ransom. How cool is that?

This is the legendary homerun ball that no Rockies pitcher would throw back.

These are all of the pitchers, completely ignoring the riotous yells
from the crowd. Now that was an awkward five minutes.

Sad little kid leaning over the rail in hopes of getting the ball. 

Staff person meandering over to the ball, amid yells of "Give it to the kid!"

An overhead view of the box that the staff guy plopped the homerun ball into. 

The Rookie.

Breaking from the Triple P, I have to tell you guys about this pitcher. He walked into the Rockies bullpen wearing a pink girl's backpack (Dora the Explorer, I think it was), but we weren't quick enough to snap a picture of it. Inside the backpack? Red Bull and snacks. He diligently organized everything out on the ground, and we think this might be some sort of rookie hazing. It was awesome.

I like to pronounce this as "Lone Buttah". Highly entertaining. 

Kin to the Dot Races, these are Dback legends in bobblehead form.
But wait a minute, there were supposed to be four of them ... ... 

There's the fourth guy! 

He caught up to the other three, but then suddenly ran out of gas,
and ended up finishing last. 

The jumbotron didn't photograph well, but this is one of the broadcasting managers.
He just shook his head at the whole go-cart shenanigan, then held up a sign that read
"They are inventing new ways to embarrass me."

We left early to make sure we got back to our apartment quickly and safely.

Sunset as we drove outta town.

This, by the way, is all the vegetation there is around here.

Our loot - two free Dback hats that we refused to wear. Not entirely
sure what we're gonna do with 'em. 

Oh, and as not promised, here's the correct answer to Where Did They Sit? H. is the guy in the red shirt, and I'm the one behind the guy in the white shirt. He had the guts to stand up during my moment of fame? How rude.

And there you have it. If you made it through all of those photos, you're a real trooper. But not as much of a trooper as our camera was. Soon, I'll figure out how to upload our videos from my new computer. Then I'll determine if we have any videos worth showing. Order of operations is everything, imo.