Ballin’

Master Batters

This seventh generation Canadian is getting a little tired of winter. The colour has been drained entirely from the world which makes me daydream about summer afternoons and the fun tied with them. If the sun would be so good as to show its face, I could work with that, but the sky remains a dull, lifeless shade. These photos were shot last summer. You’ll note a complete lack of action shots as, gasp, this team thought it would be a good idea to make me play! I enjoyed gym class as a kid, but nothing filled me with more dread than being up at bat. You’re not being paranoid when you feel as though everyone’s staring at you. They really are staring at you. Not to mention I hadn’t swung a bat since roughly 1997 and was a stranger to most of these folks – no doubt they saw the skinny blonde girl shaking in her shoes and sighed with disappointment. I had about two minutes to say hello to the players on the bench before hearing, “You’re up!” To my credit, I never missed. I can’t claim the ball went that far, though, nor was I the speediest player to move from base to base. Oh, and when a real baseball comes hurtling at your head in the outfield, it’s extremely hard not to cover your head. It’s called self preservation. To the team’s credit, they didn’t complain once.

Of course I brought my furball along. Look at how little she is! Cider would have been about seven or eight months old here. She was not thrilled with being tied up while I ditched her with total strangers but a pup’s gotta roll with it.

I probably could have used some of this before stepping up to the plate.

Yup, I cut myself out. I had to include this shot, even though I obviously did not take it, because HE looks good. Rather, he looks relaxed and happy. Cameras are really not Brendan’s thing and I don’t think I have more than five photos of him looking so thrilled with life. On more than one occasion I’ve whipped out a previously concealed camera trying to capture his smile (because it really is a great smile) and as soon as he sees the lens his expression tightens and becomes artificial. Think Chandler from Friends. Credit to the photographer for bringing this out!

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