No. Not going to happen. Not with the athletic genes of my husband combined with my athletic genes. If he's got my drive, he'll want to be an athlete, but he'll suck. Bad. Evidence. See above. I could put up all the pictures of him holding the bat upside down. Instead, I'll just leave you the shot of him having made contact with the stationary ball on a tee. It's cute. 
Also cute? How excited he is to catch the ball when it's thrown directly into his glove. Couldn't make his day any better, right? Not so cute? Florescent orange snow fencing to keep mangy, good-for-nothing bark-ass pieces of crap dogs in their own stinking yard. Or, two parentless, non supervised children staring at us through it, longing for any adult interaction, while we play with our own child. Oh, have I mentioned that I hate my neighbors lately? Everyone cross your fingers for us. We are finally on a quest to either get that trampoline removed or to get a new house. We've called the property management company no less than ten times this week to complain and threaten them with their rule book and we are not backing down. It's time for action, folks. Mama has had it. I don't think it's unreasonable to want to open the windows in ones own house without being accosted by screeching howler monkeys.
This is Collin after his performance-enhancing drugs. Just like the big-leaguers.
And, like all the professional athletes, as he's wrapping up his career and realizing that he's got nothing to fall back on, this is Collin considering a dj rap career and practicing those silly hand gestures that supposedly look cool. G.
At least he's got his ride. And he still wears his hat facing forward, not backward or sideways. Phew.
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Yea, Collin and Austin can play ball together!! Austin has been looking for a buddy to play baseball with!!!
Collin looked so happy with his baseball efforts...you watch..he is going to be athletic in spite of his genetic history
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