You bet I look good, and I feel good too! I would use a picture of me from today, but I accidentally spilled some gravy on my shirt. Our magnificent chef here at the stadium, Dave Pearson, made fried chicken for lunch, and he knows I like mine covered in gravy.
Even a stained shirt won't get in my way - the Dodgers are finally back to .500 after sweeping the Diamondbacks in Arizona! It gets pretty boring watching those games. After last night's triumph, Vin called me and said "Well, the sad snakes bumbled around the bases." Poor guy had to stay for the whole game. Myself, once we were in control, I chose to leave the stadium. Unlike Ken Griffey Jr., I didn't go into the locker room for a nap; I took a drive to the area of our magnificent Spring Training site, Cameltoe...er, Camelback Ranch. People tell me that outside of Phoenix, it's hard to find good places to eat. That's a load of horseshit...you just have to do your work.
I had some snacks in the park, but it had been at least 4 hours since I last ate...and I wanted BBQ. I know Arizona isn't known for it's BBQ, but you can't go against your stomach; you'll be up all night wishing you hadn't! A guy in the clubhouse mentioned Town Talk II as a good place for eats, but it was closed when we showed up. Typical knowledge of a Diamondbacks employee. I called up the hotel concierge and they said Bobby Q was where to go, but hurry; they close at 10. Didn't she know that I have closed restaurants all by myself? She will now!
Got in around 9:40, and the gal at the front tells me they're just closing up. Well, I look at my watch and I tell them I know exactly what I want. So, she goes back to the kitchen and returns to tell me they have pretty much shut down everything, but I could have a bowl of chili. Starving, I put it down, which was satisfactory. I figured at this rate, I could eat with the players...but we were returning to LA right after the game. Everywhere was closing - what kind of town IS this?! I didn't know it was too late to eat around here...probably because everyone wakes up at 5 AM to take advantage of the cool weather. Nice hospitality.
After a quick plane ride (the shaved ham roll-ups were fantastic, but didn't get the job done), I came home at 12:30AM. I didn't want to wake my wife, so on the ride home I began to plan what I could do with minimal light. I could make a hero with salami, bologna, add some provolone and peppers, and turn on the fan before we go to sleep. So what do I see when I open the front door? My wife, waking up on the couch. There's a bottle of my award winning wine on the table, and leftover Sicilian sausages in the fridge. What a woman! So lovely and thoughtful. So, you see...despite all of those problems I encountered, things can still turn out all right.
OK, time to go home for the day, but before I leave, do you remember the Tropicana Night Club in Hollywood? Back in the 80s, I had a dare with Ken Landreaux that I'd go in there and dance all night if he hit for the cycle. If he didn't, he had to go to the ladies night show where the...(cough) hold on, that's my car. Have a fantastic day!
1 comment:
I will need to hear the ticket story. Tommy is looking great at .500, keep winning.
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