Ramblin' Rovin' Rob

I can’t stand the Dodgers. Their fans, their ‘Dodger blue’ (it’s just blue), their team, their manager, the entire concept of their baseball team is a thorn in my side. The only nice thing I can say about them is how happy they make me when I see them lose; especially when they lose to the Diamondbacks. Sure, watching them lose from the couch or even at Chase Field is one of the best things in life, but I’d like to think there’s more joy to be found in their downfall. So, in my quest to see the Dodgers lose, I must go into the heart of their operation. On May 9 th , in just 9 days, I’ll be at Dodger Stadium in Los Angeles with my Archie Bradley jersey on watching my Diamondbacks crush the Dodgers.  Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/User:Timjarrett       An overnight trip to LA doesn’t require too much luggage. Here’s what I’d bring: -        Two shirts (in case one falls victim to a ballpark hotdog induced mustard stain) -        A pair of pants -        A p

Back in February my roommate Will made up his mind that he needed to write more. Will’s already a great writer, he currently works at a digital advertising agency as a content writer. But, as one would expect, he became tired of writing about “Five Potted Plants that Look Great on Patios” and “Ten Creative Uses for a Self-Storage Unit”. In order to expand his repertoire and reinvigorate his writing prowess, he dragged me and my roommate, Mason, along with him to the Chinese Culture and Cuisine Festival. Make no mistake I was far from eager to experience what I imagined would be a few hours in a tourist trap. We pulled up to Margaret T. Hance Park, the one that’s literally on top of the 10 in downtown phoenix, to a scene of paper lanterns, Chinese characters and hundreds of tents serving as temporary vending stalls. I immediately felt skeptical of the ‘finanscape’ that I found myself in. Tents hosting the likes of Costco Whole Sale and the Arizona Republican Party were dotted