Champs!

Even though Mark may not see this post any time soon, I thought it was about time that I balanced out all of the 'baby talk' here with something a bit more masculine. . .like slow-pitch softball.  It's kind of a big deal around here as almost every city in the area has their own league and most guys on the circuit play in more than one of them.  Mark has been playing on the Reds (among other teams) since we moved here and if you could rewind 20 years it'd be pretty much the same scene now as it was back then complete with many of his little league teammates, the same parents in the stands, and for better or worse, the same uniforms (and if you're wondering, no, they don't still fit). The only things that have changed, besides a bit more facial hair on the field, is that each of the guys has their own 'up to bat song' (my favorites are the Yogi Bear theme song and Skee-lo's 'I wish') and the fans are enjoying treats from the bar (no snack here) instead of cracker jacks and red vines.  After an up and down season the bats got hot on the coldest night of the year (37 degrees in San Diego?!?) and the team won both games in a double header to take the championship!

20 years later