Forgot to mention that I listened to Chad Paronto's radio segment yesterday. He chatted with Rich Hill. It was probably one of the dumbest things I've ever heard.

And I laughed so damn hard. Well done, guys.

One more thing about Paronto: When I saw him kind of blow a game in Louisville by hitting the batter to walk in a run, he was beside himself. I saw Paronto shell shocked and fuming in the dugout, staying behind after the game ended to contemplate his mortality.

By the way, that ballpark is killer. Love the sweet woman selling cookies. Cookies! And Oh they were delicious on the flight home...

(The hotel fire drill was pretty memorable, too. I now know that I can remain outwardly calm in a Towering Inferno simulation.)

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