Arizona, Day Six

Saturday:  Up as usual, back to eggs for breakfast.  Game today was at 9:30, again playing an undefeated team.  I guess the temperature was only in the upper 70's but it sure felt a lot hotter than that. This game started out slow until the third or fourth inning when the opposing team got a couple of runs, but we fought back and eventually went one run ahead.  Unfortunately, due to some untimely plays, we ended up losing the game 6-4.  Even Michael got to pinch run, but they got him out at second.  The guys played hard and I was proud of all of them.  Went back to Old Scottsdale after the game to pick up a few souvenirs and have lunch at David's Burgers.  Michael called after he had cleaned up at his condo and said he was bored, so we picked him up and back to Old Scottsdale. Then took a drive out to Paradise Valley.  I think a lot of wealthy people live out there.  Beautiful homes and homes built up in the mountains.  Very enjoyable.  Had dinner at Los Olivos back in Scottsdale and had a green burrito.  The tortillas were homemade and boy were they yummy.  The burrito was like eating pot roast and mashed potatoes.  I would definitely recommend this place. After dinner we took Michael back to the condo as the other guys wanted to go out and needed him to drive; I guess Brock the wrestler is playing tonight and is only on pay-per-view so they needed to go to a sports bar to watch.  That was okay by me as it has been a very long day.  Now for some shut-eye.

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