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.