"He's not so bad!" my friends tell me. "He's just all boy!" I saw this pinterest pin the other day that kind of summed up Sam:
Yeah, that's about it.
Sam just doesn't like the rule that you cannot use your hands in soccer. He likes to tackle (and punch) and has deemed the game lame. Ever the creative little bugger, he thought of a new use for the net though. He lines up his tee, sets a soccer ball on it, gets his bat....
... and swings.
I also spend most of my evenings at the softball fields behind my house because Ellen is a player. I am not complaining because I live in walking distance of the fields and can run home for a recharge cup of coffee if I need one in minutes. This isn't me quite yet, because she's in little league, but the games are long just the same:
I had Sam down running around a vacant field while I was taking pictures of the unmowed dandelions that had gone to seed. Sam's a strong southpaw yet he bats righty which is strange. However his backwardness never leaves him. Here is Sam rounding the bases....................
....in the wrong direction.
Here he is, preparing to slide into home, coming down the first base line.
Noise with dirt, huh? Let's add a green hi-lighter moustache to that definition, too. Got to go call TNorthern and TSouthern now for my counseling sessions.
Have a great weekend,