My friend likes the star batter called Bryce Harper - he was voted MVP (most valuable player for those non-sporty types) last year unanimously which has never been done I think. Only 23 years old and he's been playing for Nats since a young bloke. But I have to say, he's struck out and done nothing of greatness each time I've been so I'm yet to see him in fine form. Maybe I'm jinxing him?
The things that go on with the game are quite incredible. The pitcher ball speed is usually 90+mph = that's fast !! The umpire wears a suit-like uniform. If there's a good batter up and the bases are loaded or a run might be scored, the pitcher decides to throw 'balls' intentionally so the batter can't hit them. The batter stands there leaning on his bat, and the pitcher throws direct to the catcher. So batter walks after 4 balls and limits the moves on the diamond. Pretty cheeky I thought, bit like bowling underarm in cricket.
The kids LOVE the game. They always have give-aways and the kids are such devoted little fans. Very cute as they all dressed in their gear and bring their little catchers mit so they can catch a flyball should one fly off the bat into the crowd. Not me, I'd probably get hit in the bloody head cause I looked away for a minute.
The metro train to/from the game is packed but everyone gets along well enough.
This week has been quite long and busy. I did some temp work and will do again this week. Wow, it has just knocked my routine out and I felt quite disorganised. The extra $$ will be helpful for travel adventures.
We bought a cheap rowing machine on Amazon to help burn those calories. Below is the before and after shots. My little bat cave is filling with toys - but hard working toys !!
Funny thing...saw a sexy shiny advertisement brochure in the hairdresser...it was called Ruff Plastic Surgery. I looked twice - the surgeon was called Ken Ruff so that's his name. Not quite promoting the standard you might want with plastic surgery !
I was talking to another Aussie at work, she tells me Ben and Jerry's ice cream is from Vermont. I didn't know this. She was the queen of ice cream it seems so she knows her stuff. So I caught the bus home that day and in the bus shelter was this sign...my god, I was drooling a the ad.
The one in the picture is vanilla with choc chips, caramel ice cream with a thick caramel core and coconut through it. It looks devine. So now I have to find this and scratch my ice cream itch. Better take a handful of lactose tablets first.
We plan to travel up to Vermont and Maine later so we will definitely be checking out Ben and Jerry's ice cream factory.
Deb took Cricket for a huge run yesterday. They went along the creek line and ended up doing around 11kms. Cricket LOVED it. He just runs, and runs, and runs, and runs...and you get the drift. Gotta love this little selfie effort. He's currently asleep next to me on the floor, snoring. Such a lovely little boy. Normally it's Macey but she'll be out with Deb.
We have a smorgersboard of concerts we can go to. I am trying to get tix to see Aretha Franklin in August. Paul McCartner is coming, Bob Dillan, Boy George, Cyndi Lauper, Chicago...and a long list of others.
Been busy at night planning an upcoming road trip with our friend - we'll call her bike-stand-girl - she's visiting in a few months and we are off on a trip to the south.
Okey dokes, no more to tell for now. I need a hot shower and an early night.
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