In the United States, summer means baseball. That’s especially true if your 13-year-old grandson is on a traveling baseball team. I was fortunate enough to accompany the team to a tournament more than three hours away. It was blazing hot and humid, but it was my grandson playing.
Of course, I always take my camera along. I was particularly pleased to capture this shot of Evan’s diving catch to save both a hit and a run from scoring. You should have seen his uniform after he made the play.
Writer, marketer, columnist, author, photographer, birder, walker, hiker, husband, father, grandfather, brother, son, township trustee, converted Anabaptist, community activist, my life is crammed with all things people and nature and wonder. My late father gave me this penchant for giving and getting the most out of life, my late mother the courtesy, kindness, and creativity to see the joy in life. They both taught me to cherish the people I am with. I try and fail and try again.
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4 thoughts on “Diving Catch”
Would’ve liked to see his uniform, AND the smile that must’ve been on his face. Thanks for sharing, Bruce, brought back happy memories of my son’s baseball days.
Would’ve liked to see his uniform, AND the smile that must’ve been on his face. Thanks for sharing, Bruce, brought back happy memories of my son’s baseball days.
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It was as red as the infield dirt.
Thanks,
Bruce
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Awesome catch for both of you!!
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Yes, it was!
Thanks, Patsy.
Bruce
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