An old teammate of Len and Dad found these pictures in his attic and had his wife drop them off.
Will there ever be a rainbow?
Rock caught against Chelan. It had rained almost all day up until the game and the field was pretty muddy. Rock had to block about 25-30 balls in the first inning. It was so much that he had to change out his glove because it was caked in mud. His shin guards were pretty crusty. He looks like a wet Leo Puppy by the end from working hard and getting sweaty.
Schoogles looks pretty.
I'm not sure if she was watching baseball or trekking the North Pole.
A few days later we had a DH in Tonasket. Rock played just as well, but for some reason the effort was not appreciated at all and he was confused.
A few days later we found ourselves up in Oroville. Popper England sat in Narnia because of the unappreciativeness of the situation at hand. He purchased two clickers so I could document the unappreciativeness and Rock missed two blocks that he should have made out of 34ish wild pitches. The Oroville asst. coach was a college catcher coach and gave Rock a pointer between innings. Rock then used that information to throw out multiple runners, and the Oroville coach gave him a fist bump with a big smile.
We put together a Passover Seder dinner for the youth. My gentile wife made a delicious matzo ball soup.
We played LB at home. Rock played 2B and 3B instead of catcher. The situation was...awkwardly weird.
DeA sat in Narnia like Gpa Dale would have if he were here so that other parents wouldn't hear her running commentary on the game.
"This is freaking bullcrap, I'm flipping ticked off about this horse hooey"
"No, I will not smile, this is dog dung!"
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