I haven’t taken the digital camera out the ball field yet this season.
The other night, I finally remembered it.
Nothing super eventful...but my son Travis was called to the lonely hill to pitch after his Angel's found themselves down 10-0 against the hated first-place Yankees.
To be honest, pitching freaks him out a bit but I love his mechanics and body language when he is on the mound.
The greatest words a pitcher can ever hear from the umpire are “Strike Three!”.
After he retired the side, he came to the plate and was promptly beaned. I love his disgust—as he was dying to crank one against his rivals.
Youth baseball on a warm June night…awesome.
Seeing your son’s competitive spirit in action…priceless!
Now…onto more shameless work plugging!
This week on Franktownrocks.com— we launched a new contest!
While I was loitering in the Town Hall….our programmers launched the Golden Guitar Pick Quest!
After much diligent searching, I found them all!
And ultimately…The Golden Pick!
Please check out my labor of love at www.franktownrocks.com.
You know what they say:
You can pick your friends...
And you can pick your nose...