Three people have called it a pilgrimage now, so I’ll go with it.
Five of the last six years, I’ve gone down to Arizona in March to watch spring training baseball. This year I flew into Orange County so I could partake in the road trip to Phoenix with Jon. We picked Chris up at the airport and headed to game one of five.
We saw eight different teams, ate at Sonic twice, and played NES on Dreamcast until the wee hours of the morning.
It was an awesome four days. Next year couldn’t come soon enough.
I’m diggin’ the ‘stache. (and also my abundant use of apostrophes).
Where can I sign up for an early reservation for next years pilgrimage?
Right here, homey. There’s really no excuse for a baseball fan to not go to spring training at least once. Everybody is close to Arizona or Florida… right?