Next to the last day of vacation. The wife and I flew from the mountains to the furnace yesterday, arriving in Phoenix just in time to be confronted with a temperature of 109. (You can keep that “dry heat” stuff to yourself–your oven uses a dry heat, too, but you wouldn’t crawl in there, would you?) Today, the high is supposed to be 112. Incredible.
Weird thing is, we went to Chase Field last night to watch the Diamondbacks play the Dodgers (LA won it 6-5 in the top of the 10th on a pinch-hit home run by Tony Ojeda [who?], while Nomar Garciaparra went oh-for-5 with two Ks–who’d a thought?), and were amazed at how cool it was, even with the roof open. The Jumbotron told us just before the game started that it was 104 outside and 80 in the stadium. How do they do that? Anyway, it was a pretty good game, the crowd was into it, and we’re going back tonight for game 2 of the series–Brandon Webb for the D’backs, Derek Lowe for the Dodgers. This should be good.
That’s assuming we don’t melt between now and then. Me, I’m going to try the old fry-an-egg-on-the-sidewalk trick, and see if it really works. If it would anywhere, this would be here
PS: By the way, did I mention that while we were in Denver we saw the Rockies play the Yankees on Tuesday? Now that was a terrific game. The Rocks won 3-1 (YES!) behind great pitching by Josh Fogg and timely hitting by Kaz Matsui and Matt Holliday. Mike Mussina pitched well (certainly a lot better than the last time we saw him, back in 1993 when he was with the Orioles–got pounded by the Tigers and last only 1 1/3 innings, which may still be the shortest start of his career–but the Yanks couldn’d do a thing at the plate. My favorite teams are the Braves and whoever’s playing the Yankees, so we loved every bit as much as the other 49,000 people who were there. Well, except for the Yankee fans in the stands. Heh.