This morning we planned to go to a "matinee" of Midnight in Paris at the only theatre in the metro area showing it--in Scottsdale. We arrived in town early, and I asked my husband if he wanted to stop at Indian School Park to see if the Giants were out and about. Last year we saw an extended spring training game (I think it was in Peoria) at 10:30 in the morning. When we arrived at Indian School, we saw action on two fields: the Giants were on one, and the A's were on the other. It was only about 10:15, so we took some photos and wandered about. One of the Giants personnel threw two baseballs over the fence to Tracy. He wasn't inclined to share (or at least not share right away...), so one of the A's players threw me two baseballs. Woo hoo and thank you very, very much, whoever you were!! I was remarking something about the fact that the A's players didn't have names on their jerseys and the numbers on them were in the relatively high numbers. I reminisced aloud that I laughed the first time I saw Barry Zito on the field at spring training many years ago--"#75?? He probably won't make the team". Just as those words came out of my mouth, who should appear on the mound in his high socks but Barry Zito. We watched him pitch an inning. He allowed one hit, threw at least one pitch "just a bit outside" and tried some pickoff moves. No one scored though, so all was well, and we left for our movie, wondering at the serendipity of it all.
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