Monday, November 10, 2008

A Beautiful Day for Baseball

On Saturday night, someone suggested we stop talking about taking a few hacks at the old ball yard and go out and do it. For the Holman brothers, beers were involved in the decision making process. That's usually a bad sign. On Sunday morning, we made the suggestion into reality.

Joined by our usual partner-in-recreation who shall be known simply as "90", we made our way in the drizzling rain to the ball fields at Barlow Farm in Hudson. It was a beautiful day for baseball. Then again, when is it not?

Ground balls, infield throws, Fungo, BP, soft-toss and the 90's one-man home-run derby show. As Brett Michaels would say, it was "awesome". (Does he know any other word?)

A couple of funny asides:

1. The Holman Brothers drilled "90" at least five times during batting practice. By all accounts, he was okay.

2. Billy "the Tasmanian Devil" broke two bats on successive swings, including my favorite El Cheapo Louisville Slugger which we finally discovered was a Derek Jeter model. So much for Derek Jeter.

3. I managed to bust a moob while "diving" (or collapsing) for a shallow pop fly. Note to self: there are no points for shagging the most pop flies when you are 33 years old.

4. Billy hit the base of the wall during his turn at home-run derby. I was nowhere near the wall and had limited swings with my broken moob. "90" managed to deliver a blast into the driveway of a home 350 feet from home plate. There were no other casualties.

Here's a picture of the Holman brothers at the conclusion of the day.
Good times.

5 comments:

Kim Nurks said...

Man, it is like I am staring out Bill's window looking at you guys down in the backyard. Love the smiles in the picture and you guys stay young and play when you can. You are right Rob...33 is really old to be catching those fly balls. :)

RBH said...

Thanks, Kimmy.

RBH said...

BTW, I am taller than Bill.

Kim Nurks said...

You might even grow taller if you keep stretching for those fly balls and getting collasped lungs.:) But what do I know? I am no webmd.

RBH said...

UPDATE: I went to the doctor to discover that my injury was a cracked rib. This despite the fact that the doctor had ample opportunity to investigate my glorious chest and rule out any damage to my moobs.