Anaheim Stadium was the first stop on our first fly-drive Baseball Trip, in 1991. We had the luxury of staying a few days at Scott's friend Paul's house. To reciprocate, we invited Paul and his wife along with us to the Angels game. It was a good game, and we had upper deck box seats directly behind the plate. The weather was beautiful. The beer was cold and going down well. At the end of nine innings, we had a tie game. Extra innings! Cool! We had no better place to be. Paul gets up and says "Time to go." We both must have given him such looks of complete bewilderment that he just sat back down again. You see, the game of baseball is the only proffesional sport not governed by a clock. It only ends when one team wins, be it in 2 hours or 8+ hours. This game went a couple more innings before the Halos emerged victorious.

That weekend, we went to a party hosted by one of Paul's friends. It was a fun outdoor affair, with cold beer in kegs and food grilling on the Weber. Paul had a sinus thing going that evening, and had to blow his nose often. Toward the end of the evening, he assumed the grill was done being used and tossed is mucus laden Kleenex on the grill. No more than 5 seconds after he does that, someone rounds the bend with some burgers to grill. Everyone got hearty laughs from that event!

The next day dawned and it was time to go exploring in Tinseltown. Again, even though we were in Anaheim, I had no desire to see any of that Mickey Mouse stuff.