Spring Training, where beer tastes like Axe body spray and clear acrylic stilettos. Where theOakland A’s play in an actual baseball stadium. Where(El) Super Burritos in North Scottsdale flow like well tequila. Where the Pink Pony is a steakhouse not a strip club. Where the poolside bar atHotel Valley Hois manned by my favorite former Royal with a porn star baseball name to end all names,Pete LaCock. Where Julián Tavárez drives a rickshaw with his face.
Before we make our annual pilgrimage to the base of Camelback,Kyle Magin and myself check in with Bet It or Forget It—every team’s odds to win the World Series.
Last year, our soothsayers called the Astros, Cubs and Mets making it deep into the postseason—unfortunately neither of them believed Ned Yost had a two-year lease on his special magic. This year the boys are…
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