Oh a real ballgame I mean. Not that bloody yanky baseball game. And don't even start with that root, root, root for the home team. Over here root means – LANGUAGE WARNING – fuck. So you know, thats just wrong people, I'm not that kind of girl.
However I don't mind spending a Saturday afternoon down at the local oval watching my son and the boys play AFL. So long as the green ants stay away (I took a chair this week). A beautiful autumn day, an egg and bacon roll, and a few laughs.
This is a photo of the sky on Saturday. Not joking. Just another autumn day in Australia.
This was the laughs part. This poor guy from the other side called for the water runner and Baldy ran out and threw the water bottle to him in this underhand toss, and it hit the poor guy right in the balls.
Ah dear. Probably not so funny for him.
This is Lloyd showing what I call his naughty leg. His position is Ruckman. Your not supposed to lift your leg like that and smack people about the head with it, but he seems to get away with it all the time.
See that guy in the yellow throws the ball up then the ruckmen have to jump up and try to hit it to a team member. So the other guys not even trying really. He deserves a kick in the head.
See, white men can jump. Go Lloyd.
All in all a good afternoon and another spanking handed out by our boys.