June 25, 2009
Another installment of “If I Had a Tumblr” by my friend Eric who stupidly deleted his Tumblr.  (It is OK. We still love him.) “If I had a tumblr, I might post this pic and say something in the area of: Look at the umps.  They are baseball.  It’s wonderful.  Ended up in Lake Elsinore, Cali for a day of work.  Just happened to be a Cali league Single A all-star game going on 2 blocks from the hotel.  For real?!  Solo stumbled into the ballpark.  The spirit of baseball is awesome; and to happen upon it small scale with this entire town…yes, thank you.  Something about things like that when traveling around alone make the body buzz and the mind wander.  What are the umps talking about…”how we callin’ the game tonight boys” or “did you see that kid from Long Beach swing the bat earlier” or maybe “Ned, how’s the grandson doing?”  Families and kids sharing simple enjoyment.  The players in dugouts with the drive and hope to make it in the Bigs one day.  Plywood homerun fences.  Old timers keeping score on on scorecards they brought from home.  Tiny stadium.  Baseball is wonderful.”

Another installment of “If I Had a Tumblr” by my friend Eric who stupidly deleted his Tumblr.  (It is OK. We still love him.)

“If I had a tumblr, I might post this pic and say something in the area of:

Look at the umps.  They are baseball.  It’s wonderful.  Ended up in Lake Elsinore, Cali for a day of work.  Just happened to be a Cali league Single A all-star game going on 2 blocks from the hotel.  For real?!  Solo stumbled into the ballpark.  The spirit of baseball is awesome; and to happen upon it small scale with this entire town…yes, thank you.  Something about things like that when traveling around alone make the body buzz and the mind wander.  What are the umps talking about…”how we callin’ the game tonight boys” or “did you see that kid from Long Beach swing the bat earlier” or maybe “Ned, how’s the grandson doing?”  Families and kids sharing simple enjoyment.  The players in dugouts with the drive and hope to make it in the Bigs one day.  Plywood homerun fences.  Old timers keeping score on on scorecards they brought from home.  Tiny stadium.  Baseball is wonderful.”

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