Coco = no show.
"Stuck in traffic". That's what these kids (and adults) who got up at 4:30 a.m., rode 2-1/2 hours on a train, and sat around in 90-degree heat got. Really, they didn't care about the nutritionist who showed them how much sugar is in Mountain Dew, they wanted Coco. Boo Coco.
This is what they got instead--the two trainer dudes and pitcher Jason Johnson.


It was still worthwhile, though, because we got two free tickets to Saturday's game, and I got a ticket to the gun show:

I'm not sure, but I think that tattoo on Gabe's arm says "Becky".
On Sunday all four of us went to the game, and Cam got down on the field thanks to our friend Colleen (she is so connected). That's Cam right behind the little cowboy guy, and Colleen and her son Jed are to the left.

We had great seats (in the shade) in left field, and Delaney and her friend Jessie were leading cheers so loud they got Manny to look up at them twice.