Oh, and I know it's not exactly Monday. A mental lapse had me posting this later than I had hoped.
Anaheim
You can't see the other kids, but all four of these youngsters are listening to their iPods. What happened to talking to one another?
Washington D.C.
This confused me in the same way we'll never see John McCain sponsoring Crest White Strips.
Who knew they had a doorbell- at. the. front. gate?
So good it's huge like the ship, or cold and dead like most of its passengers?
This will only make sense to some of you- but being in my hotel room watching a buddy play in the College World Series is pretty weird- and awesome!
It depends on who's looking.
It's like all the things you could ever wish for- all under one roof!!
Jahi building skateboards. It's odd in and of itself.
KFC street team doing work in D.C.
New York City
Sadly, it's not the best n the universe. That distinction belongs to Holy Moly Pies in Uranus.
No description needed.
Yankee Stadium food selection made me guess, and then second guess, and then third guess what I wanted. So many choices that no matter what, you'll feel like you made the wrong choice.
It was actually so strange at Jankee Stadium, I had to pull out my Itty Bitty Baby Jesus to reassure me that I was watching a baseball game, and not flipping through the first 50 pages of GQ.
Yankee fans, cream of the crop you are. Yankee fans.
Too bad, suckers.
Phoenix / Grand Canyon
Somebody tell the person in charge of super-imposing images behind visiting players pictures that the castle they think they're using is actually the one in Florida, not Anaheim- further complicating the already lengthy confusion that makes us the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim in Orange County.
Either Mother Nature is as clever as a fox, or Les Stroud is back filming new pieces for Survivor man.
San Diego
"Mmhhmm grrrrrrl."
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