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Some Other Stuff

Baseball is one of our favorite things to do.  I have spent a lot of time writing about the fun we have and the treats we eat and the hard work and butterflies and long days and PURE adrenaline rush we get from watching our boys play.  Today I thought I would do something a little different and tell you some of the other stuff we do at a tournament that makes these weekend get-aways so much fun!  So, here goes...some other stuff:).

One of the really fun things about this past weekend in St. George was being with Grandpa Murry and Grandma Lee.  We stayed in a condo that we have stayed in many, many times.  We have a lot of fun memories there and the last few days we made some new ones.


The condo is right on a golf course.  Since Stockton was little he has loved going out and hunting for balls.  He used to pick them up in the middle of the fairway sometimes (oops!).  He was a great teacher for Mason who also tried to pick one up in the middle of the fairway.  The challenge is to stay out of the way of the golfers while it is light since it is VERY hard to find balls in the dark!


Tumbleweeds are pushed aside, bushes are poked and prodded, rocks are scaled.  This is some serious business!






We take turns picking places to eat.  I picked Pizza Factory, Grandma picked Applebees, Stockton picked Arbys, Russell picked Chilies (I may have suggested that one too!), and Grandpa let everyone else pick.  He barbecued chicken breast for us the last night since we were all tired of eating out.  They were yummy!

Grandma always brings fun things for Mason to do.  The bubbles and games were a big hit!


Mason thought it would be fun if Janie blew them onto his tummy.  A little strange?!?

Stockton got a room with a double bed all to himself!  He was in heaven and could be found reading or playing his DS in bed.  He likes to unpack his bags and make sure things are all ready to go.
Stockton got to hang out with some of his team mates in a strictly social setting.  He practices with them and plays games with them a lot but then we all go our different ways.  It is so much fun to hang out and do fun things with lots of great people!

I get to take pictures when I remember my camera and this last weekend I did!  Here's a sampling of some of my favorites.






You may notice that last one is not of Stockton but it is one of my favorite pictures of the weekend.  It is Stock's buddy, Cole, with some mighty nice pitching form!  Action shots are hard to get but every now and then I get a great one!

Hopefully I shared enough other stuff that you don't mind me mentioning the fact that Stockton hit the ball SO well this weekend.  He was on fire!  He had a great attitude and even though he is used to playing shortstop, when he got a chance to play center field he caught 2 fly balls!  And when we was warming up on Championship Day he caught the ball and it popped through the webbing of his mitt but he didn't let that get him down.  Grandpa tried his best to fix it with some wire but it was kind of hopeless so he played with a borrowed mitt the whole day and he did a great job!  Our team left all of their sloppy play in Vegas and only allowed 2 runs total in our first four games.  We were the #1 seed going into Championship Day.  We won our first game but fell short in game 2 to our arch rivals,  the Spanish Fork Extreme.  The final score was 3-2, (as Mason would mutter quickly under his breath...STUPID, STUPID, STUPID!).  We take turns beating each other.  We are both great teams.  We got them over Labor Day, they got us this time.  We were 2 runs short of taking the whole tournament as Spanish Fork went on to win their last game 20-1.  That makes us second best in my book even though we would "officially" be 3rd!

Did I mention how much fun we had collecting golf balls this weekend?  Oh yeah, I believe I did!

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Patti said…
Your photography skills are phenomenal! Great post!

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