Working the kinks out...

Well, all the hard work is starting to pay off. I realize however that in the years that passed since the last time I played any form of competitive softball, my swing has, well... developed a little rust.
C'mon. It's slow pitch softball, how can you get rusty?
Easy.
The pics below look all cool because I left out the fifteen or so pics where I looked like a Walrus swinging an unconscious seal cub at penguins.
Yes. Tragic AND funny, all at the same time.
(I really need to stop playing those internet flash games with the Polar Bear and the penguins and stuff... )
The way I figure it, I need a few more weeks of good swings and some games under my belt to get going again.
As well as days off inbetween to ice down my wonky knees.
Where the hell is Oscar Goldman and Rudy when you need them? (Hint: that was a really really obscure reference to the Six Million Dollar Man...)
The best part about the pics was that my 8 year old clone took them. Sweet. They boy is developing an eye for pics. So if he doesn't end up making Major League history he can take pictures of it as it happens.


Florida in the summer. Hot. Hot and humid. And mosquitoes.




















You can see they have the whole Barry Bonds shift thing going on in the outfield.




















In baseball this is considered a pretty swing. And I have a sweet ass too...




















Oh yeah. I crushed it. Right at the second baseman in short right field.