How does one celebrate a rest day?
Why, by coaching a little league game, then attending a Bay Sox game for Beard-a-Palooza.
Son-of had a nice game, banging out three decent hits. He's very much a zen hitter. Tell him what to do and he can't do it. Tell him not to worry about it, just go up there and swing away, and the kid turns into Wade Boggs. Since not paying attention to what he's doing seems to help him perform better, I'm thinking about ignoring him entirely for the next 30 years so that he can grow up to be president.
But I don't hate the kid so I wouldn't want to wish the presidency on him, or anybody else I like for that matter.
As for Beard-a-Palooza, that's an annual event at the Bowie Bay Sox where sportin' the whiskers gets you half priced admission, and the best beard wins a prize. In addition to seeing the young guys play some good ball, we got treated to cheap big beers, Louie from Bowie, and, of course, the beard contest.
That my friend, Captain Ahab [pictured below], didn't take the big prize is proof that injustice is rampant in this world.