Take Me Out To The Ballgame

Today, Larry and Dylan and I went to a baseball game.

Arizona Diamondbacks vs. Milwaukee Brewers

We sat in the enclosed air conditioned comfort of Chase field at 72 degrees when the outside temperature was about 110.

Dylan and I wore the appropriate Brewer apparel, while Larry wore his free Diamondback t-shirt from his bank (Chase Bank I'm guessing).

The Brewers were ahead 5 - 0 going in to the bottom of the 9th inning. Somehow, despite their inability to score a single run all day, the Diamondbacks managed to score 6 in the bottom of the 9th to win.

As you can tell, this photo of me and Dylan was taken prior to the bottom of the 9th inning.

Canyon Cowboys

I just realized that I failed to post the news that Dylan and I went to the Grand Canyon a couple of weeks ago.

We left Phoenix on Saturday morning and found the last campsite available in Sedona. And I really mean the last site in the last campground.

There were only 2 simple goals for the weekend.

1. Buy cowboy hats

2. See the Grand Canyon

Based on this agenda, the weekend could not have been a greater success.

Run for Rabies

Pasture Pool

There is a form of torture here in Arizona that forces one to spend about 6 hours during the heat of the day, with the temperature hovering around 115 degrees engaged in an activity frought with frustration.

Golf.

Yes, that's my brother playing his lie in what is called an "Arizona Desert Course".

It was brutal out there. I almost died.

I know there is no sympathy for us, since we were participating in a voluntary recreational activity reserved mostly for the upper class. Well, there's the rub. It is now very evident why the cheapest place to play golf in the world is an "Arizona Desert Course" in the middle of Summer in the middle of the day.

And Then There Were None

Click on the arrow in the lower left hand corner to play this dramatic video.

Shave and a Haircut Two Bits

I guess once it hit 118 degrees out here, it was time to take a little off the top.

Dylan opted for the traditional military 1/4" buzz cut. Good choice.

It looks like he has an awesome barber. But what I really want to know is, "Who is the barber's barber?" That guy must be really awesome.

Progress Report

Well, it's looking a lot more like the picture on the cover of the box all the time.

I'm pretty sure today is the day.

The final pieces are falling into place awfully fast now.