Last night, the family went to see this man play the Sandlot Baseball All-Star Showcase at a real stadium:
We kind of had to—he’s ours.
Obviously: Who else but a Wesson would play catcher in an old fencing mask?
Have to say, though, he looks good in uniform:
Pretty darn good:
It was a good game, even though the (blue) Turtles were trounced by the (orange) Crushers and Janie ate a blue-iced cupcake that showered everything within a two-foot radius with teal speckles and a very sleepy Sunny stuck herself to my shirt by her chocolate frosting goatee.
The entry fee for the game was canned goods for a local food bank and I heard that they collected over eight hundred pounds-worth from the family and friends who came out to watch them play and eat hotdogs and oddly-colored desserts and smush bugs and dance to the music and cheer on the players* and fall asleep on their Mommies until it was time to go home.
We had a great time.
You done good, honey—we’re proud of you!
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* “You can do it, Daddy! Just hit the ball !”
Earful of Cider 