The pictures in the folder 07-20-08/State Tournament are from when Elainie played in the Little League State Tournament in Albia.
Looking through the pictures, I had forgotten that Dawn’s daughter Debra also played on that team. It might be where we rekindled our friendship. Or maybe our friendship began. I’m not sure we were exactly friends in high school. That was a long time ago.
Boone won their first game against Grand View. Which was an event to rejoice. Grand View Little League is hard to describe. I think the best way I can put it is this way:
You know those movies about summer camp, where there is a rival camp across the lake filled with the worst people you can think of in the context of summer camp. Grand View Little League is that rival camp across the lake. Filled with the worst kind of Little League parents you can imagine.
Boone then lost in the championship. To somebody that wasn’t Grand View.
Here are some, but definitely not all of the pictures:
It is weird what can get ingrained into you from the past that you hold onto for no real reason. Grand View Little League’s Major Boys team made it to the Little League World Series just this past summer. Even though I haven’t had an interaction with that league in over 10 years and probably nobody that is affiliated with that league is still affiliated with the team that was in the World Series, I still found myself rooting against them. I usually root for almost anything that represents the great Cyclone State, but I found myself rooting against our representative in the Little League World Series.
Next time I shave maybe I’ll try to purge myself of this prejudice.
There are many more pictures from my trip to Albia. You can check them out by clicking on the link below:
Boone Little League – 2008
By adding these pictures to the Photography 139 Photo Gallery, I was able to restore the following historic “An Artist’s Notebook” post to its original glory:
Albia, Iowa
Depending on ambition and free time levels, next week’s walk down memory lane will involve my first mission trip, a farewell of sorts to the Miller farm, and spandex.
No, we weren’t exactly friends in high school, but we weren’t not friends either. I completely forgot that Jason was a coach. We had Darrell and Dave many times through the years, but I think that is the only time she had Jason.
I would describe us in high school as knowing each other existed. Friendly, but not friends.
High school me, I would describe as a complete and utter moron. I think that applies to almost all high school students that I have known.
When I read the old blog on this day, I remembered that I went there expecting 1 game, since they played Grand View in Game 1. I was actually pretty surprised they lost in the Championship Game to team Not Grand View.