I’m currently bleeding from a line drive Chandler hit at my face.
I’m no expert on the baseballs, but I almost 99% positive one is supposed to catch the ball with one’s baseball glove, or “mitt”, not one’s face.
I was pitching underhand from 10 feet away. He caught me off guard. You can be sure I had my glove up for every pitch after that.
You know…the exact people who you wouldn’t EVER want to find your blog.
My mom is a hip cat and all, and definitely a facebook addict, but to imagine her tumbling is a nightmare. And yet here some of you are…posting away and making funnies and interacting with me on a daily basis.
And it’s funny because you probably wouldn’t ever want your kids finding your blog!
I wouldn’t say I’m a parent. I’m a kid with kids.
Also, I have already begun the process of training them to blog for me. I barely have enough time as it is. Half of this stuff was posted by them today.
Thank you! Before I plummet to my imminent doom, I am running up to First Class so I can claim my white privilege!
This is definitely a joke. If Nate were in fact on a crashing plane, he’d have been pinning these posts…
I was going to pin this reblog, but I can only pin once a day. But Alan FTW. You know me so well.