Today was all about recovery. One of us slept last night and one of us was checking his or her phone on the hour, then we had an in-room massage, in which one of the massueses asked if she could touch my instrument. I said the timing was bad, I had just gotten engaged. Then she just went ahead and moved my guitar anyway to make room for the massage table. I felt violated, but it was a good massage anyway. We took a ride of to Mt. Adams, had a meal at the City View Tavern, came back and napped, then made our way to the Reds game down the street. What a fun ballpark! The hometown heroes won on a walk-off homer after 8 1/2 innings of scoreless baseball, giving our new favorite NL team a rousing victory. Bad news is those Mets will be coming up to our floor tonight in a bad mood, cursing and taking the Lord’s name in vain. Steph will have to go out there to quiet them down, and knowing Steph, there will be fisticuffs and a police response. She’s a tigress, alright. But not a Detroit Tigress.
BTW, did you know that Cincinnati chili is like soup? Like it’s supposed to be that way! WTF?
Anyway, here are some photos:
As Spira would say, “What a fox!”
They had batting cages you could use during the game! I looked like an idiot at pitch speeds of 40 AND 60 MPH! Steph says false, I looked like Hank Ruth, or something.
Importing more photos now that we may post later.