When I got home Monday, for some reason Matthew wanted to play baseball. Ceil said it was because he figured out ballplayers make lots of money, then retire young. Usually I bounce tennis balls and he hits them with a racket…instead we dug out an unused / new wood Lookouts bat. He hit ten, then said it was time to work on pitching and fielding. Matthew pitched for a while, then he was ready for popups. He said that eventually we would switch to baseballs. We stood in the street until dark playing catch. He was barefoot the whole time, and he finally stubbed his toe on the curb. Bleeding, he went inside and doctored himself. Supper was ready anyway.
Lang’s dad came into thousands of late 80’s / early 90’s baseball cards…a friend was closing shop and moving, and gave him all these cards. He’s giving me a bunch. Several were in a notebook. Doubt any are super valuable, but highlights include…
Kidstuf. Sunday’s was just average. Jon is the funniest…he and his co-host Mike are the only holdovers from
Read Carroll Rogers today? Friday Dan Ackroyd is singing during the stretch. Saturday Melanie O throws out the first pitch.
Will’s game is cancelled, so I’m taking him to NP Mall, where a bunch of colleges have info tables set up. Anna’s best friend’s brother is a recruiter for UAB, and he’ll be there. On Sundays he plays bass at Redstone, a NP Church.
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