All real ball players need a concentration face.
The pitch.
The swing.
The look of "eh, it was no big deal." After successfully hitting a home run into the ocean. (Yes we did retrieve the ball, there are no whale murdering Kramer's in this bunch.)
It was a quick trip, but Travis and Uncle Mike got to be there! Kind of a big deal because they never get to coordinate the same schedule it seems. They work so much it's nearly impossible. We went the Patsy's beach where the creepiest looking gigantic sand fleas or possibly smallest sand crabs had set-up residence. Strange occurrence. We also went to Legoland (more on that later) and Pizza Port of course. We missed the farmers market, but we did get to have a fantastic dinner with the neighbors. Carne asada from Rodeo. All in all a great time!
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