All-Stars, Stickers, & the Yips

With roughly three weeks to go before I officially hit my summer break, I have to admit that I'm already in summer mode. With the official Summer of Tim approaching quickly, why not ease our way in with a SOT-ish post comprised of random thoughts from recent days?

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Last week, Mason started tee-ball and Anna started softball. Anna wasn't aware that she was supposed to drop the bat after hitting the ball so, in her first at-bat, she carried it all the way to first base.

Mason, on the other hand, had to be rescued from second base for a pee-break.

All-stars in the making.


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My brother's family recently hosted our kids for a celebration of their spring birthdays. From rabbit-shaped pancakes, to Mary Poppins, to a trip to the play area at the art museum, I think this picture says it all.


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Speaking of art, I recently cleared out several years worth of the kids' old artwork that was starting to take over my office. Of course, I scanned everything first. A few highlights...


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Stickers need stuck, people.


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Having studied my baseball card collection countless times over when I was a kid, many names stand out in my mind from MLB rosters from the 80s into the early 90s. One of those names is Mackey Sasser. Someone tell me how, until recently, I've never known about his battle with the yips. For those not familiar with the yips, Wikipedia defines it this way:
Yips or the yips is the loss of fine motor skills in athletes. The condition occurs suddenly and without apparent explanation usually in mature athletes with years of experience.
Cardinal fans may recall Rick Ankiel's bout with the yips where he'd frequently launch a pitch several feet away from the strike zone. In his recent book, though, Ankiel apparently suggests that he'd occasionally pitch drunk -- so I'm sure that didn't do much for his accuracy either.


Sasser, a Mets catcher, struggled with this apparent issue of mind-over-matter and had trouble throwing the ball back to the pitcher. He'd tap the ball in his mitt multiple times before finally working up the ability to toss the ball to the mound.


ESPN has an interesting 30 for 30 short film about Sasser's battle with the yips -- Fields of Fear. Definitely worth fifteen minutes of your time.

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I have a standing desk at work now and have been spending at least half of my workdays standing. I expect to be in perfect physical condition by June.


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Some minor junk shopping lately. A few records and CDs...


...and several new Hardy Boys books including one I've been dying to find -- Bad Rap. I can only assume that it's full of ridiculous hip-hop cliches.


Anyone have any of these laying around that you'd like to get rid of? I've got the full set of the original Hardy Boys Mysteries, but as I find them for cheap, I'm always looking to fill the gaps in my collection of Casefiles and Digests.

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I had the pleasure of joining Charlotte on Friday morning for Pastries with Parents -- a breakfast hosted by her class and teacher to offer their thanks to parents.

I left feeling like a hero.


Check out this kid's attention to detail in her drawings!


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Stay tuned. The Summer of Tim is almost here...

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