Yep: that's my boy going commando while riding his hobby horse.
Notice the look of bewilderment his little brother is giving him: even the 15 month old thinks he's certifiable.
One of Angie's good friends brought her two boys over to swim today, and after only a short time with Rakes, you can see they get it as well: they are as far away from The Naked Cowboy as they can be and still be in the picture.
Right before they left, the youngest boy got some candy and told Angie: "Give this one to Ciera and this one to that naked kid"!
I can only imagine the story he will tell his Dad and Grandparent's about the crazy kid he saw today: I swear between all the bruises on Trots head and Rakes and his "streaker" compulsion, I have no doubt I'll be getting a visit from social services one day.
Watching the All Star game tonight, and while it's a glorified exhibition, I'll be hoping Papi, Manny, Beckett, Lowell, Okajima, and Papelbon firstly don't get hurt, and secondly, do well.
Finally, for all the criticism of MLB, from steroid's, to cancelling a World Series, to one of these same All Star games ending in a tie, they do get some things right. Giving one of the greatest living player's that kind of honor at his home park was a GREAT decision. It was a very moving tribute to a great player, and from all accounts, an even better man.
Hopefully, all the players on the field with him took the time to shake the hand of the Say Hey Kid, Willie Mays.
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