A Good Week Part II: Thursday

I had to go to work at 2:30 today, so I had to cut it off somewhere. Writing about Monday exclusively made sense, because that was a crazy night. Tuesday and Wednesday I can probably just skip. What happened on those days? I can't even remember. Neither can Pam, I just asked her. I mean, I had work Tuesday, she had work Wednesday. Umm, I think we made pancakes on Wednesday night? We probably went in the hot tub at some point too? I have no clue. It couldn't have been too important.

Thursday was a little different. It was baseball day. God, I love baseball season. Waking up on Thursday to the sultry sounds of Scott Franzke and Larry Anderson was like waking up on Christmas morning. And yes, I had to wake up early due to the time zone difference. Phillies games at 10:30 are weird ("Poor you, I had to wake up at 5:30 you brat!" yells Pamela in the background). I made sure peanuts and beer were available, because what Opening Day would be complete without beer and peanuts? Even at 10:30. And hey, the Phillies won! I remember what that feels like, when that happened all the way back on Thursday. Maybe I'll feel that way again sometime soon (breathe, Joe, it's a long season... breathe...).

And I say it was baseball day because not only were our Philadelphia Phillies debuting their 2012 campaign, but also Pam and I were headed to our first Las Vegas 51s game that night. My buddy picked me up around 6:00 - Pam would meet us there after work - to head over to Cashman Field, which is in close proximity of Fremont.

The crowd we were with was definitely a good one. It's great meeting new people when you're far from home, especially when those people are people that you genuinely enjoy hanging out with.

A few thoughts on the baseball game itself. It was cold. Like, probably the coldest baseball game I've ever been to. But luckily, I had two jackets to put on. The first was my brown jacket that Pam brought me from the apartment. The second was my beer jacket; it was dollar beer night, after all. These minor league games are incredible with their promotions. Imagine going to a Phillies game and getting dollar beers, as opposed to their customary $6.75.

It was also pretty neat seeing some names I recognized. The Las Vegas 51s are the AAA team of the Toronto Blue Jays. A few of the players we traded for Roy Halladay to the Blue Jays were on the 51s, like the catcher Travis D'Arnaud, and the outfielder Anthony Gose. It gave us people to root for, even though the 51s got killed anyway. Ehh, who cares? Go Phillies.

So that was our Thursday. We got our Phillies win, we got our hot dogs at the stadium, we got out handfuls of dollar beers, and we stayed warm throughout it all. Pam had work the next day, so my night continued a bit afterward, when I walked to Cheers to meet up with the crowd again. Yes, there's a bar called Cheers, but no, we didn't yell "Norm!" when Norm came in. And no, Norm didn't actually walk in. But that would've been cool.

And that part of the night was definitely on the tail end of the night. Without Pam, what is life really? So I went, played some pool, won some pool, and walked home. I think. Kidding!

Thursday was a great day.

I'll write about Saturday and up until the present... tomorrow... this time with pictures!