We decided to take a quick jaunt up to Reno for a couple of days to visit with my nephew, Beau, who is in from Hawaii and playing in a baseball tournament.
I saw him just a year ago and since then he has grown shoulders, biceps and huge forearms. Wha—?
I forgot. He’s turning 16 in a couple months. Gulp. Where has the time gone?
I brought him a t-shirt for a gift and when I saw the width of his shoulders I had to quickly amend it: “Uh, Beau … you might have to exchange this for a larger size. Since when did you have these shoulders, dude?”
His reply, “Uh, since I started weight training for baseball.”
Me: “Well, geez. It’s working.”
This kid has been baseball crazy since he popped out of the womb and his love and dedication to the sport has only grown as he has gotten older. He has gone to the Little League World Series twice, did well in this tournament, was one of the only kids in Hawaii to be selected for a tournament in Japan (that unfortunately got canceled due to the tsunami) … yeah, he’s into baseball just a wee little bit.
Here he is collecting birthday money. Seeing Grandma guarantees cashola! Good times! And this kid more than deserves it. He’s so sweet and kind hearted.
But you see that Yankees cap? We had to have a serious talk about why the Yankees are still his favorite team. And why Derek Jeter is still his favorite player. Jeter! Isn’t he like 80 now? I tried to lure him over to the Giants, but he seemed steadfast in his loyalty to the Yankees. Pffft. What. Ever.
We had Thai food in a place that used to be a Mexican restaurant. That was a little discombobulating, but the food was excellent.
Afterward, we headed for the Reno Riverwalk, which runs right through downtown.
Yes, people actually surf kayak through downtown on this waterway. It was fun to watch their surf-like moves.
There was a live band playing and, therefore, tons of people out enjoying the cool evening weather and music.
Mom and Truong decided they wanted to stroll the Riverwalk as sun set, while Beau and I wandered the side sheets of downtown on our way back to the hotel. Beau was meeting up with his teammates to go hit Circus Circus. I’m happy (and relieved) to report that it was still standing the next morning.
After dropping Beau off with his buds I went and hit a charming bar where I could sit and watch the last half of the Giants game.
It went into overtime—13 innings—and the Giants lost 3-4. Boo!
Finally, that night I watched from my hotel room window as fireworks exploded over the city lights. It’s no Vegas, but it was a good time, nonetheless.