And here's the story about the Hog hat. In town, there is a store called Collectors Gallery. It's a place where people can rent space and sell their stuff, kinda like a standing yard sale, though more focused (baseball cards, maybe antiques, etc.) Anyway, there's a subsection called the Razorback Shop. Most anything Hog-related can be found there.I'd not been there in years, so last Saturday we decided to go and look around. I was hoping for a new shirt or something, but their clothing selection was more limited than I thought. After Meron took Sarah to look elsewhere, Benjamin and I were wandering around the Razorback stuff when he says, "Daddy, Hog hat!"
I didn't see it, so I asked him where it was. Turns out it was hanging up with some other hats. I tried it on him, and I knew we had to have it. I asked him if he liked it and he enthusiastically said yes. So I said, "Well, let's find Momma." Knowing, as I did, that his Yankee mother was not going to be real excited about her son wearing pork on his head.
Still, when she saw him in it and saw how excited he was, it was just a matter of time before she caved in.
I believe I took the picture while he was calling the Hogs. The Tech shirt comes from my parents. My father graduated from there and likes to get him things from his alma mater as I do with the Razorbacks.Just for kicks, here's the guy being a pitchman for CardsClubhouse, thanks to my friend Wayne sending us a gift:
Sarah got a gift too, a onesie that says "St. Louis Baseball":
Softball game tonight was forfeited to us when the other team didn't have enough to play. We loaned them a few and played a scrimmage. The stats don't count, which is good because I went 1-3 with a liner to the pitcher that was caught, a solid single, and a double-play ball. We're 4-6, so if we win out, we can finish above .500.
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