Today was the second day of Spring Training, and I wanted to be there so badly that I rode a bike to Scottsdale Stadium. I didn't necessarily have to, but my friend really
wanted to, so I figured I'd do it, even though I can't even remember the last time I was on a bike. At least five years, maybe more. It could be as much as ten years since I've ridden a bike.
But, hey. ~*It's like riding a bike.*~ So I hopped on and immediately and unceremoniously pedaled myself into a grassy curb. Which was cool. (At least no one saw me.)
An inauspicious start, but I got my sea legs shortly thereafter and we biked to the stadium, which was a beautiful ride for the most part, down pretty streets and along the canal and then through Old Town. Stressful at times, though, because my friend (who's Swiss) still rides her bike like she's in Switzerland and doesn't really follow the American rules of the road, which left me in a vague panic at times. Crossing Scottsdale Road in the "European style" without a streetlight wasn't my idea of a good time, but we made it.
Aaaaaaand I brought the zoom lens for my camera this time. Did I mention that I got a new camera? Digital SLR, couple of different lenses, shoots HD video, an amazing little machine. I'm in love.
Except of course Tim pitched yesterday (when I didn't have the zoom lens with me), so instead of obsessively snapping photos of random stretching poses, today I played around and got a bunch of pictures of people like Nate Schierholtz and Dude in a Sweatshirt and players who I'd never even heard of in my life.( Some pics. )
I ate garlic fries (with ketchup on the side—do they do it that way in SF?) and drank an enormous can of Corona, and the security dude in our area was AMAZING, and we met a few cool people (locals as well as visitors from CA), and it was Giants vs. Dodgers and it was generally a great day.
So tired, though, I can't really explain it. It's been crazy for about four weeks; tomorrow is the first free day I've had in a while, and I can't wait to sleep <3