To Hell and a Ballgame

Love watching Vintage base ball! We have been bit by the bug. The 1860’s would have been my time for baseball. This time period of the sport they were true gentlemen. They played to win and we’re not disrespectful to their teammates or the other team.  These guys play one heck of a game. To watch them play is so much fun! They are out there for the love of the game.    Rules of the game No bunting, sliding or running out of the base path; No uncivil language, spitting, alcohol consumption, chewing of tobacco, wagering; The ball is delivered underhand in a shallow arc to allow good striking. This is our team.  Black Flags of Drovertown We rode to Greenfield Village to watch the World  Tournament of Historic Baseball.  The Striker is Landon “Yeti” Smith This is the behinder waiting for the pitch from the hurler.  Bay City Independents I love that the Tallykeeper is hand placing numbers on the scoreboard. No giant megatron advertising anything.  Some...

According to the song it is supposed to be the Highway to Hell, but we all know adventures begin at the exit ramp. We took the backroads to Hell but that is a little wordy for a song.  Now that are bellies are full we are off to Hell! Upon arrival this is the first sign we seen.  Then Dad noticed this! absoposolutley the greatest sign ever!!!!  We are officially the Mayors of Hell!!!! Gotta love surveys ! Upon entering the gates of Hell we announced the arrival of the Mayors.  Our citizens promptly greeted us and said we have been wondering where the Hell you all were. One of the citizens then read the proclamation making us Mayor for the day.  This what I always say. This is how bathrooms should always be layed out.  Then because we were the mayors we got to play putt putt for free. One of our perks.  This was one of the best putt putt courses we have ever played in our life.  There were some devilishly tricky things about this course. It was not...