Means to an End

In all of the planning that Becky and I put into the trip, I some how failed to schedule our arrival in Phoenix to coincide with the time when the Indians would begin spring training. I'm not proud of it. It was a ground out to third with the bases loaded in the ninth, trailing by two. This is something I've done, just ask my softball team. And yet, out of this cloud of disappointment comes my wife with a brilliant idea. This is something she's done before.
Rather than miss spring training, let's stay for the whole thing. Not only stay for the whole thing, but be a part of it as well. So we will. We will work at one of the spring training facilities, Camelback Ranch, and camp not far away. And then on the days when I'm not working...I'm watching baseball. It's what I would like to do anyway.
I've never been to spring training before, and I have always wanted to go, I have never worked in a baseball stadium before and now I will have that chance. Even though the Cruiser will be parked for most of March, our trip will continue. It won't be a glamorous job, but it will allow us to do another unique thing. I just hope that I don't spend all my earnings at the Indians team shop.