|Oliver, catcher and second baseman|
Would it freak you out if I started blogging my boys' baseball stats? What about if I hosted a giveaway here on a moon, worn as if it had been a shell, and the winner was the person who guessed which brother had the most base hits? I could have The Brothers sign a baseball and send it to the winner. What if I told you that at some point in the first of three games this morning, I actually uttered the sentence, He's fast and he's good-looking! I rarely use an exclamation point, but I uttered that sentence with at least one, and I uttered it to a large man, the grandfather of one of the other players whose own sons both played in the minor leagues. I uttered that exclamation in response to The Big Experienced Baseball Man's own exclamation that Henry hustled. Would it freak you out if I told you that I regularly shouted the words hustle!! let's go!!! and come on, guys!! Look alive!!!
Clearly, eight hours, 21 innings and three games later, I've lost my mind.