defn of wholesome: chewin' tobacco, grabbin' crotches, takin' steroids

and so it begins... hunter's first organized sports practice tonite. baseball (no, i can't and won't call it t-ball). i told the coaches that there was no pressure on them, but if hunter's first practice goes poorly, he may not want to come back for next practice, he may fall way behind everyone else. and he may never play or do any organized sport. ever. but no pressure. he's turning into a shy guy, but luckily his friend nathan was there to distract him. and speaking of nathan, turns out at least *someone* reads this lil piece of the intraweb besides the family... welcome brad... i'll try to update content at least monthly... or not.

here he scoops up a rocket shot, barehanded, and turned a double play (a 6-4-3, natch), winning the game after pitching a no hitter (yes, in between pitches, he played short stop)



the helicopter parent set... ready to pounce at any provocation... wow, i'm not sure i'd want to coach peewee anything in woodbury...


i knew i was at the right field... minivans as far as the eye can see. here's a secret that only folks in woodbury know. none of us lock up any of our minivans or sport cutes. in fact, we all just leave the keys in them. then, when we all leave our suburban baseball fields, or malls, or ymca, we just jump in the closest minivan and drive away. the secret symbol is any sticker/magnet on the back of any sports ball (e.g. soccer ball). i'll pry be kicked out of woodbury for letting non-woodburians know this, but oh, well... my last minivan i drove home happened to be a lexus rx300, so i'm good. excommunicate away