Little Papi

Here's Jack.  He's five now and playing his first season of baseball.  I thought we would start with tee ball, but in Trussville only four year olds play tee ball.  Five year olds thru 8 year olds play coach pitch (and we keep score, we're 2-8).  It's very difficult for a 5 year old to hit a pitched ball - it's very difficult for a 30 year old to hit a pitched ball, which is why you can fail 7 times out of 10 in the major leagues and be considered one of the best players ever.

Jack made me super proud last night.  He struck out three times and may have let a ball get to the fence, but he swung the bat the best that he has all year and he hussled after the ball when it got by him.  What made me proudest, though, was when I asked him if he would catch for me because one of our regular catchers was not at the game.  He said, "Yeah, sure daddy. I'll do whatever you need me to do. I'll play where ever."

Thank you, Jack.

Hey Hey Hey!

Hey, look who's back!  Well, since the boys kicked me out of the Kiva Cup, took away my other blog, and the twitter account I created to promote the event (well, to entertain myself, same thing really), I decided to open The Conch Shack back up!

Step right up. Don't push, there's plenty for every one.

Has it really been three years since I shut this place down? Wow. This site needs some updatin'. Looking at the sidebar, Jack is now 5 and still likes Cars - although Mario now beats Lightning McQueen in any race.  Things change, things stay the same, I guess.  Now we're going through some of the same stuff with Layne, our sweet little 15 month old.

Well, we'll see how this goes.  It feels good to be back.  It really does.  See you soon.  I hope to have the comments feature activate soon, as I know you all want to send me your own special 'welcome back' message. [UPDATE: See, fixed it. I'm going to have to get back in the groove with this.]