Game 4

I called the Santa Fe RV Park for a Sunday night reservation and was told there was a park map outside the office with available spaces defined, for their after hours visitors. When I got there, sure enough there were packets for the empty spaces. I grabbed the one for Space A-29 Black, COOL! I easily found the space but didn't quite understand the color designation. I hooked up and had a great night's sleep aided by the sound of rain on Shirley's roof. Monday morning I went to the office to check-in officially and when I told Kate I was in Space A-29, she says "Welcome, Mr. Black."
Ooops!
I tell her that I am really Bill and came in after hours. She got all flustered and started doing the "Oh my, oh my" thing. She said this was really bad because I was using Mr. Black's WiFi and access card.
"Oh my, oh my." Kate was very concerned about the mysterious Mr. Black. She finally called him to try to find out when he would show up. Come to find out, his reservation was for NEXT week! Kate finally came back to earth, rented me Space A-29, got the books squared away and calmed down.
As the Bard would say "All is well that ends well." (except Mr. Black should change his name to Kowalski or Bettencourt to avoid confusion with systems based on color designation)

I took a taxi to Petco Park. The driver was a very nice Somali gentleman who had been in the US for three years. Today was his first day as a taxi driver. Lucky me! I finally got him to understand where I wanted to go, the problem was that he was asking me directions. When we got close to the park he let me out after a $35 ride. I discovered the trolley and the #30 bus took me to within a half mile of the RV Park for $4.The half mile walk was worth the $31 savings.

Monday was the Home Opener for the Padres. They went all out on the hoopla. They gave out souvenir programs and Padres T-shirts to me and 42,842 of my closest friends.

The field was full of Navy dudes and dudettes, the singer of the National Anthem did a fine job and big ol’ fireworks accented the “bombs bursting in air.” Four F-14s did a fly over, timed perfectly with the end of the song. We were even treated to two renditions of “God Bless America,” one by a chief of the Sycuan Tribe before the game and one by a second class petty officer during the 7th inning stretch, this one with an Irish ballad flavor to it. Call me a stinkin’ pinko commie but I don’t remove my hat for “GBA.” It is not the National Anthem.

Oh yeah. The Padres won 17-2.