Now that I'm about to get into the actual trip, I want to start off by thanking my friend for letting us stay at her place as well as for putting up with our unfortunate sleep habits/timing while she had work and school to deal with. An example of these habits included arriving about 1:30AM on St. Patrick's Day and waking up at 6 something only to be in an extremely delusional state for the next hour or so before we discovered the joys Arizona has to offer, aka Dunkin Donuts.
March 17
Arrival, approximately 1:30AM:
Obviously nothing baseball related is going to happen at this time however, epic states of delusion do... especially after a 5 hour car ride with our main source of food coming from Gummy Bears.
Sometime between 1:30 and 3AM... approximately:
By this point it's before the ass crack of dawn and what comes before an ass crack?? A muffin top. So it's the muffin top of dawn and we didn't really feel like living out of a suitcase for the weekend, well at least I didn't, so I unpacked and eventually we fell asleep.
Sometime around 6:30AM:
Again nothing baseball related is happening but my phone goes off with what is basically a good morning text from one of my friends... It's 6:30 in the morning, why are you waking me up?! Better question, why are you THIS awake?! This also lead to more epic states of delusion. Since now it's about 7 and both Steph and myself are awake, no thanks to my friend, we decide to plan which games we will go to for the day.
Approximately 8:30/9AM:
We decide we are going to the Reds Indians game at 1 and the Royals Padres game at 7. Perfect!! This leaves us plenty of time to go back to bed, get Dunkin Donuts and get ready before the Indians game. WRONG!! Fast forward about 5 hours...
Approximately the 4th inning: What's up Goodyear?! Pretty much the game, and by game I mean like 2 innings (we were hungry and had to make it back to Mesa to change for the Padres game), went like this, "Oooh there's Hafner!!", "I wish Grady wasn't hurt, I want to creep on him", "Oh hey, I found Latos!!", "Hey look, there's Cunningham. I didn't know he went to the Indians" Oh yeah, and security asking us if we were being good. I want to know what it is about Steph and myself that makes security at sporting events think we are up to something.
Around 5PM:
Back in Mesa... "We will meet you guys at 6" <--- pre-gaming plans
Around 7PM:
So I'm tired of chronicling the trip like this because it's making this forever long so I'm going to try and sum up the rest of the trip in small paragraphs.
March 18
Pretty sure we got back to Mesa around 2 or 3AM after hanging out with our friends after the game and I can't for the life of me remember what game we ended up going to that day. All I know is I almost got blown away in those stupid Arizona winds, literally. I also know it wasn't a Padres game since one of the games got cancelled and I think the other was sold out. Pretty sure we were going to hang out with one of my other friends later that day but that didn't happen so enter yet another delusional state, donuts and the Discovery Channel. The combination of those three things had me yelling at the box of donuts like I mentioned in my last post.
March 19
Once again I got woken up with a good morning type text at the under butt of dawn (obviously this was after the ass crack of dawn but still too early for me to be functioning). On the schedule for the day, Richard pitching in a minor league game. An hour after the game started, we got there. The plus side of being late, we got to cut through players parking but lets face it, we are two young, hot girls and even if we were there on time we probably still would have been able to cut through players parking. On our way to the fields we passed Frieri... it was kind of weird being that close to someone you see on TV on a regular basis. We finally get to the fields and couldn't figure out which field Clayton was at that day. By the time we got to either field he wasn't there so we jumped between fields completely unfazed with the grip of minor league players sitting on the bleachers behind us watching the games. Fun fact for you cleat chasers, if just the idea of Spring Training isn't enough to get you off, than minor league games are your paradise. Like I said a grip of them just chill on the bleachers watching the games. Have at it, hookers. I have to note that one of our minor league players name is Powers, the second I saw that I yelled "Kenny fucking Powers". I still don't know his real name but honestly it doesn't matter, he will always be "Kenny fucking Powers" to me. Once again it was freezing balls so we ended up leaving the game early for food. While getting food at the Elephant Bar we got creeped on by some baby Mariners and just laughed.March 20
Hey, lets go to Padres practice it starts at 9. We were late, again. OK, we can't leave later than noon. Yet again we were late. Five or so hours later we were back in San Diego and I was depressed as hell. Oh yeah, there were some ball straddling moments as seen here:
Well there you have it, a summed up version of my first Spring Training trip PLUS you got to witness my brain create two new expressions, "muffin top of dawn" and "under butt of dawn." Quite frankly I still think I should have stayed in Arizona and caught a ride with one of the Padres back to San Diego.
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