Day one is in the books! Which is good because day two starts in about six hours. Not that I’m complaining. It’s hard to be grumpy in shorts, but I did forget what being in the sun does to your body – insert sunburnt, mildly dehydrated sentence here.
Anyway, the first visit to the White Sox’s second home in Glendale went well. I wandered before sunrise, was asked by several players if I spoke Spanish and found my credential quickly after it was torn from my neck.
Those last two are unrelated by the way. Most professional baseball players don’t rip your credential off your neck after you inform them of your Spanish shortcomings.
Apart from disappointing several native Spanish speakers, I was mostly happy with today’s work. But tomorrow is a new day. In like five hours. So I’m calling it a night.
