Imagine lying on the roof of the dugout. Book in hand, LA weather in the background. Before bating practice, before the reporters take the field. Only here in California can you do this. Isn't it snowing to the East? While I'm here in jeans, sunglasses, baseball cap, and a tank top. Rotiserating, but having a hell of a time doing such. I do have sunblock on so I'm somewhat prepared. I know I am too old to be doing this, but I can't help it. I'm wearing a bikini underneath. The top does have an underwire. I'm not a complete nutter. When swimwear costs ninety bucks, a set, you want to use it in all avenues of life. Thus individuals who wear bikinis and ski hats. My phone stops. "Caution, extreme heat", states the prompt. Ah, technology. If I fall asleep here will someone wake me up? Will some knucklehead try to bean me with a ball? Will I make my Sportscenter debut? I don't want to take my chances. I'll move after this chapter is done...then the next chapter. I'm drinking ice tea after this.
I love this ballpark. I call it home...
