As soon as I got there on Thursday before my event, I saw somebody say on twitter that Michael Jackson had been rushed to the hospital. So as soon as I got to the hotel I turned on the tv news to check it out. Of course I was glued for the rest of the afternoon.
While I was watching the news, all of a sudden I heard a bunch of guys yelling and carrying on outside my hotel window. It was odd to hear this kind of noise in a hotel. So I went over and looked out. Lo and behold, there were 5 or 6 guys playing whiffle ball in the courtyard of our hotel.
Hmmm, I thought to myself. Why can't we play whiffle ball? I went down to the front desk and saw a sign there that said they have whiffle ball equipment we can use in the courtyard. And so, that is what we did. Friday after our sound check at the arena, we played. And played. And played some more. And we laughed. A lot. And then after the event on Friday night, we came back and played again, under the courtyard lamp light (in a game where the praise team BEAT the socks off the crew, by the way. Imagine their humiliation to be beaten by a bunch of musicians...).
We had a great time. It was a top ten day for sure. This old man was a little sore the next day. But not too bad. And of course, our friend Rich, photographer extraordinaire, was there to capture some moments.
Yessss. We are NUMBER ONE. Except for one of us thought we were number two.
