Jami with mit

When we went to the ball game, Jami came prepared to snare a foul smash behind the visitor's dugout. Only a couple of balls were hit near us. Sure the Braves lost. Redman pitched miserably and those who followed him weren't much better. But the seats were great. I could practically reach out and yank Miguel Cabrara's hat over his face - not that I would do such a thing. In the stands, to our right, some fan threw a ball out on the field during one of Willis's pitches. It was not taken as an act of subversion or games-man-ship and he was escorted out.
As I said, Dontrelle Willis pitched and he was masterful. I tried again and again to capture that leg kick of his with my camera, but the downside of digital cameras is that the shutter is so delayed.
Again, the woman in this post with the ball glove: I love her.

Braves vs Marlins in early April

If it's April it must be time for me to beat my head against a wall - baseball season has begun: that wonderful season of fascination where I project my childhood dreams of athletic prowess onto fallible individuals, who actually possess such prowess, only to be frustrated by their failure to hold a lead or to hit a small horsehide ball pitched very fast. I'm learning to not care - as Eliot wrote: "teach us to care and not to care." Still this is a happy night for me. I'm at a Braves game in early April with my lovely wife, Jami. She loves baseball. She can love baseball without all the baggage that I grew up with. I see Mark Redman giving up five runs to start off the game - she sees a poor man who is in search of his dignity.
Here we are at the game: Jami radiates happiness in the moment - a beer, a New York dog, sitting in the stands with me as I shout at the Marlin's third baseman. What fun we're having and you can see it in her face. Meanwhile, by the sixth inning, with the Braves safely out of the game, I'm thankful that I had the foresight to bring Barth's Church Dogmatics IV,iii,2 along with me.