Hellllooooooooo! It’s your intrepid Spring Training reporter here, with boots on the ground once again in lovely Arizona. This is the part where I tell you if you’ve never done a Spring Training trip, you gotta do a Spring Training trip. I mean, it’s nirvana, but without the Grohl. Don’t get me wrong, Arizona’s still a weird place. It has millions of residents, yet still feels abandoned. That’s hard to do. Kinda like how you feel alone in New York City, despite being surrounded by other people. Anyway, Arizona this time of year is simply the bee’s knees.
Raising Arizona V. 2018
