Day Six Hundred and Two

The Weary Pool Partiers

I picked up a homeless man yesterday. He was really cute. But stinky, dirty, and way too tired.

When he got onto the elevator, he apologized to our neighbors already on it. "I don't normally look like a homeless man," he said. They assured him that he didn't. And to that, he replied, "Only because my pillow isn't soaking wet!" Haha! 

Adam arrived to the field at 10 AM yesterday morning, after a 13 hour bus ride from Jackson, Tennessee. That's the furthest they'll have to travel this season, and thankfully, the last time they'll make that trip. We like that. Especially because Adam (hopefully) won't be sleeping on the floor of the bus anymore. Forgoing the discomfort of the upright bus chair, Adam thought he would find at least a bit more sleep out of the floor. That may have sounded good in thought, but certainly not in deed. He barely got any rest...and so, when we finally got him in bed, he slept the entire afternoon. I didn't want to leave his side, so I happily sat next to him, reading another of Francine Rivers' outstanding novels.

When I finally got him up at 4 PM, I told him we were going out. He sluggishly agreed. And an hour later, we were in the company of some big, burly, and good baseball-playing dudes (and pretty Lee Ann too!). This team of Suns is a special one...definitely the closest group of guys we've been a part of so far.

And now: a few photos to document a minor league off-day...

 Aaron Dudley's feet...the rest of him's in that bush somewhere.

 3-on-3...against 10-year-olds

..."It's all they had left."

Mhmmm

There were other options for curtains, but this obviously, was the best choice.

Trying to make some extra cash...