cranks and ballists

we took in some vintage base ball yesterday in the park...allowing my inner historian-geek to run rampant and give me further evidence that i was born in the wrong era. i squealed every time i heard "well played gentlemen".."fine game, sir"...or "huzzah!". HUZZAH!

these are my kind of men...

we all sat under a shade tree, drinking bottled cokes and figuring out how matt could join the team next year with his decidedly unvintagey hair and tattoos. the conclusion was that he would have to form his own circus troupe vintage team of gentlemen rabble-rousers and castaways. 

that or cut his hair....which would be quite a story if he chopped it all off to join a vintage baseball team.

regardless, i'm going to start making pennants.

i wish all sundays could be spent like this...

happy monday, loves!