Wednesday, June 6, 2012

I'll stand up on top of the dugout and shout out and wave my arms and hold my tongue

Q plays wiffle ball every Sunday night, so he asked me to join in while I visited him in Omaha. The rest of the players were all boys -- and all but Q over 6-feet -- so I played at a handicap. I got popped in the face but still hit in a few singles. As an outfielder, though, I made a better picture documenter than catcher.

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