it was kinda like omaha

except that it was 5 minutes down the road.

our town has played host to the dizzy dean world series for the past week. i act like i know what i am talking about. in reality, all i know is that there have been a whole lot of little people in baseball uniforms all over town. and there are cars with plates from texas and florida and everywhere in between. and all those cars have shoe polish all over them touting their team as #1. william noticed all of this. and he wanted to go see the baseball players.

so, we took our people to the park for some free entertainment. they loved it! we stood behind home plate for a while, and then william parked himself on the front row of a bleacher for the team from oak mountain. anybody know where oak mountain is?? me neither. but it didn't matter. wes joined him on the bleachers, and they jumped up and down and clapped and cheered with their fans like they knew what the heck was going on.

and wes entertained everybody by dancing to the music between innings.

then we moved on to the fence by right field to get a different view.


and william was lucky enough to get a foul ball.

we used to take foul balls to the concession stand to get a free coke. or was it a snow cone? i can't remember. all i know is that there was always a mad dash for foul balls and more times than not, there was a little wrestling match to go along with it once we got to it. anyway, before i could find out where he was supposed to take his foul ball, he promptly lobbed it over the fence and onto the field. luckily, they were between innings, so they didn't have to stop the game on account of us.

too bad baseball season is over. because instead of taking him to games, i'm out in the backyard hitting wiffle balls to him and letting him peg me with pitches. guess i better get used to it. or get him some golf clubs for his birthday so he can hang out with his daddy on the golf course!