Back in Tucson, so of course team is in Phoenix

TUCSON — Who the heck is my travel agent? The team is Phoenix and I book my return to Tucson. Wait, that would be me. I messed up. Trust me. Carol, our travel whiz, has made zero mistake on my travel plans in nine years. The only goofs are when I gaffe. But there is a plus to staying back at Hi Corbett Field rather than watch the club in Goodyear today. I can catch up on old business and actually get ahead on some new projects. Going home was fine, thanks for asking. My sons did not play in their baseball tournament. Snowed out. Happens every year. It’s OK, got good practice in and had extra time to spent together which led to viewing of “Sunshine Cleaning,” which I recommend, and the purchase of a new goldfish. The song of the day: “That’s Not My Name,” Ting-Tings. Anyway, watching batting practice here so I’ll share a few thoughts: –Frankie Morales is set up to close. He was hitting 95 miles per hour yesterday, and made profes...