sleeping through tennis (and other adventures)

Okay, admittedly I'm not a sports fan by any means. I did go through my brief tom-boy baseball obsession--though I was definately never any good--but I've never really had an interest in sports. This passionate dislike could possibly be due to the fact I am the child of the two least athletic people in the world. It could also be because I grew up across the street from our small-town high school, a school that placed a large emphasis on sports.

Our house faced the athletic side of the school: the baseball field, football practice field, band practice field (all three of which doubled as a golf practice field), and my bedroom specifically faced the tennis courts. I have a large collection of abandoned sports equiptment that somehow made it's way into my yard and spent the most horible midterm of my life holding my head and trying to think physics while a stupid tennis player with a purple Stingray blared rap music loud enough to shake the chair I was sitting in.

I am not a sports fan. And yet, I kind of had fun shooting it this weekend.

Like when, while watching home, I caught our team tagging the other team out with a "creative" play. I wish the background wasn't so busy, but I'm really happy with the action that I caught. Next time I will try to shoot higher.

And here's a friend I made at the game...a munchkin, chewing on her brother's hat. Isn't that what little sisters do while the parents aren't looking?

And here's my tennis shot--my first sports shot ever!!! And it actually ran in today's optimist (probably because they didn't have anything else to use).

And here is my friend from the tennis match. This dog is a guide dog for a child in the wheel chair to the left. We had the same oppinion of the game...but, we both did our jobs--I got my shots and he got a nap.