The smell of leather from a well oiled glove, the dust from the ground, used as hand powder, the crack of the bat, the thrill of victory, and the agony of defeat...it's baseball season and my oldest son is the picture of Americana.
When not on the field, he can often be found practicing catching pop flies in the back yard, batting into the tree line, or running the bases...you can see it on his face, he can even here the roar of the imaginary crowd in his ears...Ahh, his first love...baseball (or is it hockey? Stay tuned!!)
Suiting up to be Catcher
Put 'er There!
STEE-RIKE!
Awwww, Shucks!
Rally Caps
Baseball players are VERY superstitious, and in the last inning, when they are behind, can often be found wearing their hats inside out, for "luck" :)
When not on the field, he can often be found practicing catching pop flies in the back yard, batting into the tree line, or running the bases...you can see it on his face, he can even here the roar of the imaginary crowd in his ears...Ahh, his first love...baseball (or is it hockey? Stay tuned!!)
Suiting up to be Catcher
Put 'er There!
STEE-RIKE!
Awwww, Shucks!
Rally Caps
Baseball players are VERY superstitious, and in the last inning, when they are behind, can often be found wearing their hats inside out, for "luck" :)
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