No lie, this is where I was at 8am. That's my nephew Cole wearing #14. It was actually pretty great fun: I haven't been to a live game in so long I forgot that in real life the players can actually hear you shouting at them.
Now off to downtown Phoenix for a little shopping and a little La Condesa, winner of Best Salsa in last year's New Times Best Of 2011.
This is an occasionally NSFW, mostly gluten-free kitchen notebook that also occasionally threatens to turn into something else and fails, thus remaining its same old cryptic and superficial self. These posts begin to fail to explain (start at the bottom).