YES - DAYTONA BEACH. From there, we jaunt down the Florida coast to MIAMI for two games at the new stadium in that town.

After MIAMI, we shoot back up 95 headed for SAVANNAH, GA. I'm so ready for some Sand Gnats baseball.

The trip concludes in CHARLESTON, SC. So Southern. So Floridian! I can't wait.

If you've got any tips for the trip, let me know.

Erik won.

Heavy afternoon downpours meant no game in Mobile.

A weekend night brought about a lazy weekend morning.

Eric grabbed his fourth bocce win.

Three from a post-breakfast walk back to the hotel:

There were heavy rains on the way out of New Orleans. The skies were clear by the time we got to Jackson, MS.

Time for a game. And a beer.

Have a blast celebrating the new year with friends!

The Winner's Board will be blank and ready for you to add details of your victories!

Your favorite games will be stacked on the shelves, waiting for players!

Tumblin' Dice will be ready for your best rolls (dice cascading from one platform to the next!).

Year old clay for Cluzzle will still seem fresh (I promise!).

2010's year in gaming poster will find itself secured to a wall (find out who won a rousing game of Power Grid this past February!).

Swing past for an hour or stay for the whole day and into the night.
(No hour is too late to arrive. Nurse you hangover and stop by at 8pm. The party will be going strong!)

Bring friends! Bring family! Bring a game you're interested in playing!

I've posted a few photos - http://www.balgavy.com/capecodwedding2010/

Some of my favorite photos from the week can be found here:

http://www.balgavy.com/capecod2010

I'll post photos from the wedding very soon.

On the walk back to the hotel I took a few random photos. This is the only one I sort of liked. Mostly for the New Orleans Saints banner.

The ballpark is not exactly in the middle of downtown. It's a drive to get there. Or a long bike ride. And not a trip many seem willing to make on a Thursday night in early June.

I have no documentation of the bugs that attacked us but I can assure you we were attacked. Tiny bugs flew down the back of my shirt. Tiny bugs flew in front of my eyes. Tiny bugs landed in my hair. After little more than half the game, we'd had enough of it.

I found someone to take a snapshot of our little group and we headed for the car.

One spot where I didn't take any photos was Willie Mae's Scotch House in New Orleans. After checking out from our hotel, we stopped by this homey, yet well-awarded restaurant for fried chicken. We spent ten minutes waiting for a table and it was more than worth it. While leaving with full bellies and smiles on our faces, I can say it wasn't the best fried chicken I've ever eaten in my life (that may have been at The Golden Skillet take-out joint that closed more than 20 years ago in the Chatham section of Stafford, VA. I was probably eight and more in love with their light-up skillet sign towering 12 feet along the edge of the parking lot.) but it was damn good. It had me wishing we'd made a trip to New Orleans just for the food. I'm sure we wouldn't have had any problems spending the next week eating meals just as good as the ones we had Thursday and Friday.

FYI: 9% of the photos are of Erik and Dan playing bocce.

Nine minutes at the rental car facility deciding which car would be best for us and taking the one with Texas plates

Forty-five minutes at Harrah’s, with a final run at the craps table letting Erik leave with a few extra dollars in his pocket (and putting me close to even)

Thirty-eight minutes enjoying a late-night meal at The Clover Grill in New Orleans (mmm, chicken fried steak)

Two minutes conversing with the waitress at Cochon about rent prices in New Orleans (and how her bathtub is inside a closet)

Six minutes inside the WWII Museum, trying to decide if visiting would be worth our time / money

Seven minutes of Erik on the phone with an understanding tech support agent discussing the hotel’s wi-fi connection

I'd like to say Dan and I put up something of a battle but I can't. We were too distracted by the train tracks running behind the parking lot.

And there's nothing wrong with being greeted by a speed pitch game upon entering a ball park for the first time. Risking dislocating a shoulder, Erik handed over a buck and gave the radar gun a run for its money.

"Sweet Touch" is on the board!

What better reward than a couple of beers on Thirsty Thursday?

Here's the court:

Take a look at the demolished bocce balls supplied for play!

The Glazer Gardens is a fantastic setting for bocce but I'm not a fan of the court. All the sidewalls and backboards are cement! I hope the court has a mid-summer update that includes the installation of wooden rails along the interior walls. Or is there something about the climate in New Orleans that makes those rails a bad idea?

Since Eric brought balls that we used to play on top of a gigantic cinder hill, I figured it was okay to risk using them here.

We played our usual three person rotation - winner of a side holds the court with the first player to 11 declared the victor.

I should get this out of the way now - Erik won every match during the trip. Dan and I did not put up much of a fight at any venue. Here he is posing for victory #1:

After this side trip to Tulane, we headed toward the ballpark to check out the New Orleans Zephyrs.