After the excitement of yesterday’s Opening Day, I awoke to the reality that I had to go back to Arizona today. It’s funny, a 13 hour drive didn’t seem like much when I was going to Opening Day but a 13 hour drive to go home and go back to work seems like an eternity. Looking back I didn’t plan this trip very well. I should have made it a couple of days longer and stay for the whole three game series against the Colorado Rockies. I can’t believe what an idiot I was. I guess I need to get home so Trina can remind me the magnitude of my idiot-cy. I packed my bags and headed down to the lobby to check out. In the elevator I ran into Juan Cruz and congratulated him on the win the day before. I always thought Cruz looked thin in his uniform but that is nothing compared to what he looks like in street clothes. I have a feeling he is never going to get an endorsement deal as spokesperson for Hungry Man soups. As I reached the lobby I went outside to see what the weather would be like. I thought I was going to die. The temperature was 34 degrees and the wind is blowing 10-15 miles per hour making the wind chill somewhere in the low 20’s. Not even my refrigerator is that cold at home. I quickly realized my dedication to the Diamondbacks when my face and fingers turned an exact match to Sedona Red. I hurried back into the hotel before my appendages began to turn black.

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