It occurred to me this morning that this summer, 2014, is truly the “Summer of Fun Filled Silliness.” In the past month, I have had the pleasure of having my head shaved as part of a fundraiser for the Sherburne County History Center in Becker, Minnesota and I had the pleasure of playing a really bad, but historically accurate, game of baseball.
I lost my hair when I challenged the Sherburne History Center group to raise $3000 and I would shave my head. The early reactions to all of this included people asking about my sanity. I received one particular e-mail that asked: “Are you in your right mind?” Well, just call me baldy.
Last weekend, July 13, I had the good fortune to participate in a Vintage Baseball Game, playing by 1860s rules. My wise brother has always maintained that Brubakers, especially me, we have no business participating in any type of athletic endeavor. Well, he is right but I didn’t listen. At my first at bat, I managed to hit a decent fly ball, just out of the reach of the shortstop. I instantly discovered a significant genetic failure: Brubakers, especially me, we can’t run 90 feet. I fell on my face about 20 feet short of first base. Needless to say, I was out. You won’t see any pictures of that fateful tumble, I have threatened the staff: if photos appear, I will fire them all! But, there it is.
The County Fair is coming up. I can’t wait to see what I tumble into next!
Here are photos of my beautiful bald head and my intimidating stance in the batter’s box. If Babe Ruth were alive, no doubt he would be worried.