It started out so optimistically, our last National League game.
Manny being Manny during the pregame workouts and all...
As I texted deathbytamarind, dancing ability wasn't a requirement for the job.
Being able to wiggle bellies and bums and swing hair, though, definitely was.
Bad, bad sign.
I was amused by Billy the Marlin, though.
And as soon as the game actually started, well...yeah. Here's Manny, obviously bored,
in the outfield just before the run-scoring hit he didn't catch. Sigh...
The key to our hotel room. I love that it was baseball-themed.
My "Cuckoo for Coco" T-shirt. And my hip pink Florida sunglasses.