Working a party, I posed with the pennant.
I hated the whole white shirt black vest black pant tie thing. Used to show up in plaid pants or a velvet blazer and then act like I forgot. Looks like I behaved for this one.
I met Roger Clemens that night too.
Jason Priestley behind us. I cannot help it: old 90210 will always stay with me. Be there. Somewhere.
A Christmas street scene (there is lots of Christmas throughout – big fan) and Cal Ripken Jr. (lots of Orioles too – big fan) back when he was still at bat.
He made having no hair sexy before Mats Sundin took over.
#8. Still holds the record for most consecutive games played at 2632.
This is Sandy Koufax.
Going through some old Life magazines, I find him.
This would be circa early 60s.
I may be a hockey fan but I believe there is nothing more sexy than a pitcher throwing a ball.
It’s a summer of gloves and baseball bats, bases and diamonds.
Last game, a pop fly and my son waits beneath it. The ball falls and – splat – nestles in his glove.
He is stunned.
Claps arise from the stands, parents all, laughing and impressed both.
The first catch of the season on the last day.
My son smiles, then throws back to the pitcher.
Soccer one night, frisbee the next, basketball later, softball now.
She is hesitant on the diamond as the kids slowly arrive. Weight shifts from one foot to the other.
I sit up, tell her Dad: Go make sure she is okay. He tells me she is fine.
She finds her way.
Baseball season has begun.
First time around for us and I think the parents have as much fun as the kids.
I have a ridiculous habit of stressing about a bad thing that happens during the day. My husband says: Tell me three good things that happened today.
I do. Sometimes I can come up with many more than three.
Then he says: See?
Most times, the big bad thing seems not so big or bad anymore.
Going out to play catch now.