Ready for OTL!
My name is Whitney and I eat baby food. Annnddd I love it a lot. ‘Tis true. This past weekend I fell in love with these beauties. Sesame Street Organic fruit + Yogurt. All organic. All fruit and yogurt. All delicious. 70 calories. Portable. Perfect for OTL.
Mmmm mixed berry!
Here’s the thing, I don’t really like eating breakfast. I do when I have time to make something delicious, but otherwise I avoid because I will eat crap that makes me feel like shit. #nopunintended
Me and ma. Baby food and baseball!
But this ish is delish, just a few calories to start of my day from natural sources. I back it. And for OTL it is so perfect because it’s impossible to get sand in it unless you try to put sand in your gogurt. Sure it’s baby food, but it’s whole foods and it warms my whole heart. Feel free to judge, I bought 2 in each flavor.
There he isssss. T Hol. The man himself. Kickin’ his mid 50’s and still playing ball. Proudly. In a wonderful, wonderful number. Mom, hubs and I had the pleasure of watching him play on Sunday, and the man stillll got it goin.
That’s the thing about our game, you age, but it doesn’t. And your love for it only grows stronger. The game knows no age. If you love it, it loves you back. But what’s interesting to me is the psychology behind these old timers playing some ball. Back in the day, they probably were really nervous each at bat, each throw they took. But these days, what do they have to lose? They are simply out there to enjoy the game and the weather, and they are better because of it.
Merr has been following T Hol’s ball games for 30+ years. Bless her for still getting excited for each at bat. Love knows no age either, just love.
Love the game, it will love you back. Love what you love.
x to the ohhh