Growing up, baseball was only semi-important to me. Girls were important. Making ramps to jump my bike off of was even more important. Trying to have as much fun as possible without my father catching on… that was VERY important. But the older I get, the more important baseball becomes to me… to a point, it’s a metaphor that defines my life.
I have so many amazing memories of my childhood, thanks in large part to my father. He was always one of the volunteer coaches that would help out in any way possible. He would purchase things that needed to be bought. He would crouch down to be a catcher so pitchers could practice their fastballs and elementary curve-balls. I crack up as I wrote that last sentence because I remember one time when he was catching for a pitcher and the ball curved a little more than he anticipated…WHACK, a new pair of glasses needed to be ordered. He was always there… not one of those parents that drops their kid off and leaves. Certainly not one of those parents that drops their kid off and is late picking them up. He took me to my first Yankee game when I was in grade school and I still remember the first time I walked out of the tunnel to see the grass and my favorite player, Don Mattingly… (CHILLS).
Baseball has changed for me as I have learned more about life. In baseball, you have to sacrifice to advance. Sometimes you have to swing for the fences and not be afraid to fail, but you also have to remember that hitting small gets you on base. You have to know when you are down and need rest so you can perform to your potential. Just because you have more money than anyone else, does not mean you will be successful (aka, 2008 Yankee season). You have to remember where you came from and honor your past. You are certain to get hit, so just walk it off and take your lickings “like a man.”
Those are just a few of the many things baseball has taught me as I have gotten older. Now, on to the pictures.
No Más is a D.J. (Just Googled it)
Diana’s new Jeter shirt… she says he has a nice butt.
There isn’t much here I don’t have. Some call it obsession, I call it devotion.
My father, brother and I used to go to Baseball card shows… we even had Hank Aaron sign a baseball once.
Each time I do this walk, I can FEEL the excitement brewing in my inners
As much as I love sitting down by the players, I love to be a part of the upper deck crew… they are so much fun and there is always something to look at.
Let the chills commence
During college I worked at a coffee shop. There was a drink I used to make all the time for this one guy… a decaf coffee with a shot of decaf espresso. We called it “what’s the point?” Perfect title for this guy!
“Hey Wang, check out the girl in the third row with the red top and blonde hair.”
Diana, if you make a funny face, it will end up on my blog. After ten months, you know this!!!
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First Mets fan being escorted to the cheep seats (aka, the parking lot). Mets 1 – Yankees 0
What a view!
Oh, real nice mister!
Ps… if you ever want to achieve your goals of being a hand model, you have to stop biting your fingernails.
Donny Baseball
{insert inappropriate comment here}
Ah, so that explains the 11-2 loss. At least that’s the managements excuse.
ROTFLMAO
ROTFLMAO (take 2)
Second Mets fan being escorted to the cheap seats. Mets 2 – Yankees o
Should have kept your mouth shut, buddy. Mets 2 – Yankees 1
Dude, didn’t you learn from your friend. Mets 2 – Yankees 2
Y. M. C. A.
Isn’t it gorgeous!
Thank you!
Who needs sidewalks!
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