Well, sort of. By this point, our team had played three games in 90 plus degree heat. Their white pants were streaked with red dirt, and the black jerseys had been absorbing heat and sweat. Some of the boys had been rinsing their shirts in the sink at night, and a few had extra pairs of pants, but for the most part, things were pretty rank. Some of us parents have rented a house for the weekend, which has a washer and dryer, and one mom had the foresight to bring a large bottle of stain remover. We gathered up 29 pairs of pants and 29 jerseys and hauled them back to the house in trash bags. The jerseys went right in the washing machine, but the pants required some pre-treatment. The mom with the stain remover was determined to say the least. Between the two of us, we sprayed each pair of pants and pre-soaked them in the largest container we could find -- the bathtub. I thought she was kidding when she said she was going to get in there and stomp those pants in her bare feet (ala "I love Lucy" and the grape stomping episode). But, no, she wasn't kidding, and she proceeded to kick off her shoes and roll up her pants and hop in the tub!
We'll be at the ballpark most of the day tomorrow. I haven't had a chance to see much of Phoenix, but what I have seen is really nice. Lots of adobe houses and buildings and very clean. The flowering shrubs are just beautiful and there are so many varieties. It's always fun to see palm trees and the Sonora cactus are tall and stately.
Reporting live from Phoenix. . .