112 degrees outside, you'd better get a run
Because LAist loves you and loves the Dodgers, we thought it would be nice to give you some road trip action. Hooray for you.
Okay, really I just had to escape LA for a while for fear of vengance from the Victoria's Secret Pink Army and thought Phoenix would be safe. I can blend in with all of the other out-of-town Dodger fans and no one will suspect a thing.
Before I go into anything, however, I have to say IT IS ONE HUNDRED AND TWELVE DEGREES OUTSIDE. It is so hot that I cried in discomfort and the tears evaporated straight off my eyeballs. It took me 6 minutes to peel my thighs off of my car seat. My camera was too hot to touch and I considered putting it in the cooler. Okay. Got that off my chest.
More on Malingering's road trip to baseball stadium #9 of 30 after the jump.