Batter Up

A Little Monday Night T-Ball

An athlete is not crowned unless he competes according to the rules. ~2 Timothy 2:5 (ESV)

The Colonel and I finally decided to sign the boys up for a season of T-ball.  Last year, we were both beyond excited to head to our nearest sporting-goods store to buy all things soccer.  Cute little soccer shoes, shin guards, socks that stretch from SC to Georgia, and soccer shorts that could fit both Roosters in one leg opening.  The boys made it through one or two (three is pushing it) trips down the soccer field before other games or the perfect climbing tree nabbed their attentions.  So, due to that experience, the Colonel and I have forfeited sports until this season.  I will say that T-ball seems to be their sport.  Our oldest rooster, Blake, never really enjoyed baseball.  He said it was "too slow."  Below are a few shots of our Roosters enjoying a Monday evening in the infield.

 

John Ryan is the serious twin.  Look at that concentration. 

 

 

I love those big, blue eyes!  What a most precious Rooster he is!

 

 

Are you kidding me?  Dirt on my new shoes!  No way!  This is so not cool!

 

Who is that cutie in the stands with the big, pink bow?  I think I'll introduce myself after the game.

 

 

My Nick-a-Roni!  (This rooster can put a serious hurting on a pan of mac and cheese thus the reason for his "nick" name.)

 

 

The Colonel trying to explain where a second baseman should stand.  Don't you just love the way he is lifting him and putting him in the right place?  Yes, Colonel played second base in high school and takes the sport very serious.  It is a wonder he didn't bring a "briefing" (slide show) for the Littles to view.  HA!