You know we just don't recognize the most significant moments of our lives while they're happening. Back then I thought, well, there'll be other days. I didn't realize that that was the only day.
Okay...Okay...Okay... I now return to your previously scheduled update.
I have friends who LOVE football, I have friends who LOVE Basketball, I have friends who LOVE Nascar.
Me, I love baseball.
I love to play. Growing up in the sticks, we didn't have enough kids for a real game, but with the help of ghost runners, we played from when the sun came up until it became too dark to see the ball.
I love to watch. One of my fondest memories of my pregnancy with Kate? Watching Bill Buckner let the ball go through his legs to allow Mookie Wilson on base and the Mets win the 1986 World Series.
I love to watch kids play baseball.
In the era of big salaried major league players, there is something special about sitting on the bleachers watching eighteen, twelve year old boys out in the field playing ball solely for their love of the game.
What more could a baseball fan ask than a week of Little League baseball in Cooperstown. That is what I got for my summer vacation.
Cooperstown Dreams Park is a private summer camp for twelve year old baseball players. While the boys stay there and eat there and play baseball there just like regular summer camp, the difference is the camp is an organized baseball tournament, and parents can go watch.
Here are a few pictures:
These are my babies enjoying the closing ceremonies at Dreams park. Red just seemed to be the color of the day. There was no memo.
Holy Cow! At the Hall of Fame
I have a bizillion other pictures, but I can not get Blogger to let me post them. GRRRR
And now I've lost my train of thought.
