Normally at the end of February I am fully recovered from the nightmare that is the Phoenix Open. I don’t say that because I don’t like the golf tournament, I do. I say it because I live right smack in the middle of it.
This is out my back door, the green field is normally for soccer, this week it’s for parking. The white tent in the distance is the dealer tent just past the entrance to the tournament.
On the other side of the neighborhood is more parking. to the west, more parking. To the east, the main shuttle bus route. It’s a crummy week, and normally it is finished about the same time as the Superbowl. This year, it’s now.
