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Skriven 2014-04-05 01:13:00 av MICHAEL LOO (1:123/140)
Ärende: trip 447
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Garden Inn breakfast was better than most. The continental
was generous, with a greater variety of mostly sweet things
than usual, and of pretty good quality. The full includes
a plate of eggs any style, breakfast meat, and home fries
with peppers and onions - I guess you get to pick and
choose, but I got a pretty standard eggs sunny with bacon:
pigs is pigs, so you can guess I have no objection to that. 

I'm not regularly an egg person, but at least they're not
sweet and not cereal. I like to trim the white off an egg
and shove the yolk into my mouth whole, letting it explode
inside; this is fun with up to large eggs, but extra larges
pose a problem. These were extra large bordering on jumbo,
and one of them caused me to drool yellow a bit.

The waitress was genial and treated us well, though she
did spill something on another guest, who took it okay.

One quibble: the grapefruit juice was cocktail, so I input
more sugar than I normally would and less fruit substance.

Not having much to do back at the room, and not knowing
how long our journey would take, we checked out an hour
early and went on our merry way.

MIL @ CIN 9-1

I'd picked the Brewers because Alex is from Wisconsin.

The game was at Goodyear Stadium, right next to the Goodyear
Airport and boneyard. Much farther than Surprise, but it
takes less time to get here, owing to the preponderance of
full-speed freeway travel. We allowed a ton of extra time,
neither of us having been there; it was a piece of cake, and
we were quite early so got to do a walkaround the park and
a detailed investigation of the catering options before the
game. We found Sam 24-oz bombers for $10, in three flavors,
Cold Snap, Summer, and the lager at one place and Dos Equis
on draft, $8.25 for 20 oz, at another.

Still early, we chatted at random with one of the ushers;
Swisher had bought a souvenir minibat to murder fish with,
and the conversation revolved around salmon catching, a
subject that I have scant interest in except regarding
the consumption thereof, so he got his revenge for the
previous evening. Toddled down to our own row, where we
found a quite attractive usherette of maybe forty-something
summers, so we had a conversation with her as well before
finding our seats, which were way in front and well in the
sun. I stayed down there to drink beer - I'd gotten me a
double Sam lager - and watch ball; he spent most of his
time up under shelter.

Just before or after the first pitch, we got a phone call.
Through some misunderstanding Alex had gone to Surprise,
where the surprise was on him, and he was heading down as
quickly as possible, poor fellow.

The game started with a bang, the Brewers having a 5-run
either second or third inning. Alex showed up around the
fourth, after all of the scoring had happened (except maybe
for one or two that were futile or redundant).

I'd noticed a Mexican stand near the first-base-side
entrance that smelled decent and found another outlet of
the same down in the depths of left field. As left field
was way less crowded than the entrance, I went down there
for an order of taquitos. Paid my eight bucks and left
a tip at the cashier's and went aside to wait for my food.
The cook told me that he didn't like the way the predone
ones looked, so he was going to make a new batch. This
isn't such a big deal - instead of taking the already
cooked ones and refreshing them in the fryer, he took some
frozen ones and did the same thing but twice as long. I
appreciated this, though I'd have sort of enjoyed premade
ones as well (greasy fried food is still fried food, and
fried food is good). These came, an order of three, each
the size of a large cigar, with salsa, a big ice-cream
scoop of guacamole, and another big scoop of sour cream.
Sour cream? Yeah, I had my pills with me. A handful of
cilantro on top. A lot of food, a bunch of Calories.

The taquitos were actually decent, pretty tasty pot roast
meat inside, crisp and not too greasy shells, the sour
cream thick and fresh (contradiction?), and the guac, though
still with a few ice crystals in the middle, reasonably
spicy, reasonably tart, and very rich.

Had we been speaking of doubles? If not, the Brewers hit
7 of them this game, with two by Logan Shafer and two by
Lyle Overbay; there was also a home run from Jonathan
Lucroy, who had 3 RBI.

The Reds also had doubles by Jay Bruce and someone else. I
don't know how many times I've been to a game that had 10
extra-base hits.

The final was 9-1, again in favor of the visitors.

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