Mesa

Spent the last few days in Mesa visiting Di. It was another great time! It's working so much better staying closeby, and during her days off. We walked, shopped for a 'mother of the bride' dress, played games and talked our fool heads off. Fun...fun...fun... Didn't buy a dress...but took these great pics...lol...DRESS SHOPPING, eh, not a priority, yet...

Our greatest thrill was attending the Seattle Mariner's Spring Training game!!! Super Seats just a few rows off the third base line. We had such fun...ate hot dogs...drank beer...learned how to howl "Rauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuullllll", when he came up to bat...Di bought a Mariner visor, I bought a t-shirt...We're ready for another game next winter...GO MARINERS!

A "New Yorker" (how do you type that with their funny accent?) sat in seat number 1 next to us. He told us (as he pointed to his Yankee ballcap) he was numero uno. GADS, they are so high and mighty. But I was good; I didn't tell him what I thought of his Yankees; although I did mention something about the Brooklyn Dodgers. And I didn't make fun of how he said Ichiro...boy, did he massacur his name. And Ichiro was the only reason the New Yorker was at the game.

Ichiro? Well, he was at, well not quite "at", his finest. He hit the ball every time he was at bat, but he never made first base. I dunno...I guess I need to watch more games, he just never seems to do much except swing at everything that comes by, so he gets hits. But, dang, he doesn't seem to get on base much. Of course, his RBI record is really good.

Great mid-week fun!