This week marked the start of Martin's summer baseball season.  On Saturday, he attended a baseball camp run by our local team, The Springers.  I've watched a lot of games featuring some of these guys and was glad to see them show the kids how to play ball but also how much they love the game.  I think its best to just ignore the part where they are referred to as "the old guys". 

Here's Martin, marching off to stretch out with his group (spot our boy wearing #8).

It rained all four hours of the baseball clinic and I didn't hear a single kid complain.  Especially the kids that were learning to slide in the wet, muddy grass.


Earlier this week, Martin started playing Little League in the Minors.

At his first time up to bat, Martin had "his best hit of his life" (or so he told us).  Unfortunately, it was straight into the glove of another kid who probably had the best catch of his life.

Baseball is big in this town, and even the Minors draw a good sized crowd of parents, siblings, grandparents - and in our case, great-grandparents as well.  The ball field where Martin played on Monday is right behind where Grandma lives, and we were lucky enough to have her join us for the game.


Guess who else enjoyed the game, but didn't watch a single minute?