So as you can tell we did go to a Padre's game last week and we had FANTASTIC seats! Thanks to TCR's second mom our seats were so great! Thanks Rodeo Queen! Anyway the game was entertaining and the Padre's lost (no surprise there).
We did have the chance to learn a little bit about the trolley's of San Diego. If you feel a story coming on you would be CORRECT! Ok so TCR and I decided we were going to take the Trolley, and me with my OCD wanted to make sure that we knew every detail. But not wanting to have that responsibility I delegated (another one of my many talents) to TCR. We get to Qualcomm and we get the tickets and we wait. And the trolley comes and we both decide that it can't possibly be OUR trolley because it is two minutes early and so it leaves. After about five seconds we realize oh hey that was the trolley and we totally just missed it. By the end of the night we had pledge to give our first born child to the city of San Diego Parking.
This is what the trolley looked like pulling away from us.
This is what we did when we realized what scubs we were.

Softball tournaments are LONG. TCR (who will from here on out be named Slugger)played in a softball tournament with his cousin B and Scary Larry last Saturday. This is the second tournament which he has played in and I have decided that I will cheer for family to do well but I can cheer for the team to not do their best. Sorry but i'm burnt, hungry, and my butt hurts!
Slugger wanted to slide- his left leg now looks something like this-->

but worse.
Slugger in the second tournament looked something like this

The goal is to have some real pictures for the next post... but if I were you I wouldn't hold my breath.
2 comments:
at least you found some pictues that coordinated well. If I forget to take pics, I either don't post or just have lots and lots of words and pretend I'll take some later to fix the post, but i never do.
Ouch troy!!! Glad my mom gave you guys those tickets so you guys could have a fun night out together. I love date nights. :)
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