Thirsty Thursday

When you're thirsty -- and I often am -- there is nothing like Thirsty Thursday at McCormick Field.

'Course, you've got to go to Asheville, NC, to get there . . .

. . . but why wouldn't you?

I mean, just look who you run into when you get there.

Oh, hi Mistah!

Julie tormented her poor girl Erin with photos until she went plum crazy . . .

Totally plum crazy.

But oh, the Plum Crazy Time we had . . .

I spied Mr. Moon, who reminded me vaguely of my dearest friend and mascot Mr. Met, and yelled to Julie, "Come on!" She jumped up without a question or second thought and followed me as I chased Mr. Moon for a photo.

We've been to Asheville approximately one million times . . .

. . . and we've been to McCormick Field approximately one million times . . .

. . . and I will tell you this . . .

. . . it just keeps getting better every time.

See you next time, Mr. Moon.