And I’m going to have a pair of ball-shaped bruises, one each leg, to prove it.
And by “play baseball” I mean act as catcher during batting practice. Mark pitches, one boy bats, the other plays outfield.
And by “act as catcher” I mean stand as far away from the plate as I can, and let the balls hit the backstop before I grab them. Clearly I wasn’t very good, vis-a-vis the aforementioned matching bruises.
I’ve long accepted that I’m afraid of the ball. Damn thing HURTS when it hits you, seems like a pretty reasonable fear.
Baseball practice was a follow-up to a wienie roast (with smores for dessert). Yum.
This entry is just LACED with innuendo.
*blushes*
ROFLMAO
You be careful, Adam. This is a family friendly blog, and that post was truly written innocently.
Though, rereading it, I can see where you might find innuendo.
Oops.
*also blushes*
I hope you were wearing proective gear. You know – a helmet, gloves and other general padding.
Although in light of the previous comments this too sounds so wrong…
ROFLOL I was going to leave a comment. But now I can’t remember what it was!!