Claire-isms, Part II

So the family is sitting around discussing the birth of our new nephew/cousin Max. The talk gets around to godparents. I ask Cathy "Aren't we Jake's (Max's older brother) godparents?"

Cathy confirms that yes, we are.

Claire adds: "And we are Jake's God kids!"

A Baseball Career in One Day

Last Saturday, I played in my first (and probably last) game of vintage baseball. This style of baseball is played with the rules from the 1860s. It is similar to slow pitch softball, with a few quirks, like no gloves and getting an out by catching the ball after the first bounce.

The Larry Dierker Chapter of the Society for American Baseball Research fields a vintage team - the Houston Babies. I went to take pictures, but as the team was man short, I reluctantly agreed to play. I had only two thoughts - don't embarrass myself and don't get hurt.

Well, as luck would have it, we won. Here is a team photo taken after the game -

That's me second from the left - the one not wearing baseball pants. (Click picture to see the whole team.)

So, how did I do? From the game summary, 

"McCroskey and Chestnut from Game One were the only two perfect plate day Babies. Each played in a single game – and each went 3 for 3."

So with that I think I'll end my career with a not-to-be-topped 1.000 batting average.