"The Kid." That's what they call him.
Number 3, the baby on the team.
Like a Phoenix he has risen from the ashes of injury,
and emerged as the A-Rod of the senior league.
When he steps up to the plate opposing coaches shout out a warning to their players..."Big stick, big stick."
And the outfielders respond, moving quickly towards the outfield wall. (Ok, so there is no outfield wall but it makes a good visual doesn't it?)
He can run too. Maybe not like the jackrabbit of old, but not bad for someone who has spent the last 25 years moving from his car to his office and back again.
He is no slouch in the outfield either. Just look at that concentration.
He moves on the ball with an air of confidence, making the catch as if there was ever a doubt he would not.
3 comments:
Susan, this is great-I love the pictures of your super star!! And your comments crack me up-you're so funny :D
Awesome! Bobby is soooo jealous.
I LOVE, Love, Love this! Happy Valentine's Day. You obviously have yours right here.
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