Sunday we drove to Orlando to see our boys take on the Atlanta Braves at Champion Stadium. The Braves train at Walt Disney World and well baseball Disney style is a little different. First, the music and the announcing is just very "Disney" super duper peppy. One of our favorites is when a foul ball went into the stands and everyone was trying to get it they played the "Mine, Mine, Mine" sound bite from "Finding Nemo"... very appropriate.
The weather was great, sunny and high 70's... perhaps a little too great, April, Nik and Angie are sunburned pretty much all over. Me, lobster girl, applied sunscreen three different times but managed to miss a spot on my ankle and it really hurts.
It was great to be in baseball mode again and to see our boys, both old and new. We got to see Randy Flores' younger brother aka "Baby Bro Flo" as we call him. Good thing too, he didn't do so well and was assigned to minor league camp following the game. Angie was talking to her Mom before the game on the phone and also admiring the scenery... she said "Oh, there's a cute butt" and her Mom thought she said "cute puppy" so from now on "puppy" is our euphemism or code word if you will for "butt". Needless to say, we talked a lot about puppies yesterday and probably will for the rest of the trip. In between all of the puppy hilarity a guy accidentally bumped into Angie and she commented about how he knocked into her chest when we were going to get a drink. I was like what do we call those, "kitties"?. Later when sharing this with Nik she said that "kitty" (singular) was the term used by the women in her office at work for another part of the female anatomy, so in keeping with the pet theme they are now referred to as parakeets.
Some of the folks sitting on the lawn provided us with great entertainment. The family behind us definitely kept referring to the "sammiches" they had for lunch. Another dad on the other side of us was definitely wearing gray baseball pants to the game. Hey buddy, as general rule leave the baseball pants to the professionals on the field and to children under age 10. Another gentleman stood up for the 7th inning stretch and he definitely had some but sweat issues... either that or he had a 10-100. I was totally having a spaz about some Mom that only put sunscreen on her son's arms and feet... none on his face. Considering the redness of my ankle I should not judge.
The Cards got their "puppies" kicked, but who cares, spring training games don't count. We think the boys were just overly excited to see us. In keeping with the Disney theme, Nikki said they were "twitterpaited" (think Thumper in Bambi).
There was a cheerleading competition going on at Disney as well, and we noticed some rather revealing uniforms on some young girls... scary.
They pulled us in to a parking space with the van resting downhill towards the lagoon. Definitely a parking brake moment. Then when leaving they only allowed us to turn left and we needed to turn right. We ventured through Disney a bit, Nik got to see Animal Kingdom on the fly and then I was able to rock a U-turn in my Mom's van (it turns on a dime, and corners like its on rails you know) and we were off towards Jupiter. The Florida Turnpike is kind of expensive... $10+ to drive through scenic Central Florida. Perhaps Kentucky needs a turnpike... maybe they could buy a snow plow.
We went to practice this morning... kind of small crew since most of team is still in Florida. We did get to see Carp, ARey and Looper. Matt Clement threw BP to some minor leaguers as part of his rehab as well. Chris Duncan did essentially an individual workout, and stayed to sign autographs for us. We tried to go to the Burt Reynolds Museum here in town but were DENIED! It is only open Friday-Sunday.... we are sad. Apparently there were auditions of some sort going on and they definitely asked us if we were there to audition. We consoled ourselves with a yummy lunch and are now headed to the beach to try to get over our disappointment.
Again, Blogger is denying the photo post. Hopefully pictures to come later.
The weather was great, sunny and high 70's... perhaps a little too great, April, Nik and Angie are sunburned pretty much all over. Me, lobster girl, applied sunscreen three different times but managed to miss a spot on my ankle and it really hurts.
It was great to be in baseball mode again and to see our boys, both old and new. We got to see Randy Flores' younger brother aka "Baby Bro Flo" as we call him. Good thing too, he didn't do so well and was assigned to minor league camp following the game. Angie was talking to her Mom before the game on the phone and also admiring the scenery... she said "Oh, there's a cute butt" and her Mom thought she said "cute puppy" so from now on "puppy" is our euphemism or code word if you will for "butt". Needless to say, we talked a lot about puppies yesterday and probably will for the rest of the trip. In between all of the puppy hilarity a guy accidentally bumped into Angie and she commented about how he knocked into her chest when we were going to get a drink. I was like what do we call those, "kitties"?. Later when sharing this with Nik she said that "kitty" (singular) was the term used by the women in her office at work for another part of the female anatomy, so in keeping with the pet theme they are now referred to as parakeets.
Some of the folks sitting on the lawn provided us with great entertainment. The family behind us definitely kept referring to the "sammiches" they had for lunch. Another dad on the other side of us was definitely wearing gray baseball pants to the game. Hey buddy, as general rule leave the baseball pants to the professionals on the field and to children under age 10. Another gentleman stood up for the 7th inning stretch and he definitely had some but sweat issues... either that or he had a 10-100. I was totally having a spaz about some Mom that only put sunscreen on her son's arms and feet... none on his face. Considering the redness of my ankle I should not judge.
The Cards got their "puppies" kicked, but who cares, spring training games don't count. We think the boys were just overly excited to see us. In keeping with the Disney theme, Nikki said they were "twitterpaited" (think Thumper in Bambi).
There was a cheerleading competition going on at Disney as well, and we noticed some rather revealing uniforms on some young girls... scary.
They pulled us in to a parking space with the van resting downhill towards the lagoon. Definitely a parking brake moment. Then when leaving they only allowed us to turn left and we needed to turn right. We ventured through Disney a bit, Nik got to see Animal Kingdom on the fly and then I was able to rock a U-turn in my Mom's van (it turns on a dime, and corners like its on rails you know) and we were off towards Jupiter. The Florida Turnpike is kind of expensive... $10+ to drive through scenic Central Florida. Perhaps Kentucky needs a turnpike... maybe they could buy a snow plow.
We went to practice this morning... kind of small crew since most of team is still in Florida. We did get to see Carp, ARey and Looper. Matt Clement threw BP to some minor leaguers as part of his rehab as well. Chris Duncan did essentially an individual workout, and stayed to sign autographs for us. We tried to go to the Burt Reynolds Museum here in town but were DENIED! It is only open Friday-Sunday.... we are sad. Apparently there were auditions of some sort going on and they definitely asked us if we were there to audition. We consoled ourselves with a yummy lunch and are now headed to the beach to try to get over our disappointment.
Again, Blogger is denying the photo post. Hopefully pictures to come later.
3 comments:
Burt Reynolds Museum! Need you say/do any more?
Awesome...Jano is bringing all of us along on her wild spring training adventure. However, I'm quite surprised you actually admit to trying to get into the Burt Reynolds Museum! :) That's our Jano!
Hey Jano,
What's next on the hit parade, a tour of Hazzard County with the Duke boys? Or the Mullett Museum? Hope you guys are having a good time.
JT
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