Here are a few of my favorite images from my second day of photographing the Boone Little League Challenger Program:
Doing the photography for the Challenger Program is one of my favorite photo shoots every year.
Once again, it was my great honor to do the photography for the Boone Little League Challenger program. I believe Lowell runs the program with an assist from Jesse, but I won’t quote that as gospel.
Some of my favorite images from the first day of photography:
Next Random Wednesday will involve the 2nd day of Challenger photography.
On Saturday, I completed a bargain I made with Sara back in February to “compete” in the Mud Run. Well, the way we handled it, it was more like a Mud Stroll and since it isn’t actually a competitive race, we didn’t really compete. However, we didn’t finish even close to last, you know, if it were a competition.
Shawn graciously agreed to be our photographer for the event, so here are some of the images he captured.
They recommended you triple knot your shoes. My shoes did not come off during the race like the hundred or so we saw littering the course.
I have to confess the course was harder than I expected and my shoes were so suctioned to my feet at the end of the day, I had to cut the shoe laces to get them off of my feet. I’m hoping to draft a few more people for next year’s run. Jesse has already signed on (assuming he can drag himself away from the Little League Park) for next year.
I have also tentatively agreed to do the Turkey Trot with Sara in November.
If you follow me on Instagram, you’ve seen all these images.
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These are Instagram images from March and April:
I can’t wait to see what I did in May and June!
“When I was a child,
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye,
I turned to look but it was gone,
I cannot put my finger on it now,
The child is grown,
The dream is gone,
I… have become comfortably numb”
-Pink Floyd
It is true, one of the saddest days of the year is upon us. The end of the college basketball season. While it is sad that the college version of the greatest game has ended, there are only 12 long days until Iowa State’s Spring Game. That gives me something to look forward to.
The end of college basketball also means that somebody will be crowned the newest King of the Roudnball Oracles. A person that will reign over the prognostication universe for 1 year. Their opinions held in admiration and their words written down and studied for meaning. Then 1 year from now they will be thrown out in the streets to fend for themselves in what is usually a vain attempt to defend their title. Sometimes, the thought of defending their title is too much and defending champions don’t show back up to try and repeat their glory and double their immortality.
That was the case this year. Lowell Davis didn’t return to defend his kingdom, laid down his scepter, and abdicated his thrown. Don’t think for a second that this was because of some type of cowardice on Lowell’s part. The truth is that he was in Tennessee when the brackets were filled out and he was unable to participate since electricity hasn’t been invented in the Volunteer State yet.
The man that stepped up to accept the responsibility of ruling this kingdom for a year:
Mr. McAlpine joined Mark Wolfram as the only other man, woman, or child to hoist the Roundball Oracles Championship Trophy a third time. Which can mean only one thing: the rest of you need to pick up your game next year. We can’t have two people dominating this pool! Their reign of terror must be ended. Hopefully without a dull thud and a head falling into a basket.
Without further adieu, I present the final standings for the 2013 Roundball Oracles NCAA Tournament Pool:
Place | Competitor | Score | Correct | Champion | Last Year |
1. | William McAlpine | 266 | 39 | Louisville | 6th |
2. | Jason Stensland | 253 | 39 | Louisville | 8th |
3. | Jesse Howard | 251 | 40 | Louisville | 10th |
4. | Shawn Lockner | 247 | 39 | Michigan | 21st |
5. | Jon DeWaard | 242 | 38 | Louisville | 11th |
6. | Angie DeWaard | 236 | 36 | Louisville | 4th |
7. | Corey Faust | 234 | 38 | Indiana | 2nd |
8. | Mark Wolfram | 231 | 36 | Indiana | 7th |
9. | Jordan Toot | 218 | 36 | Louisville | 28th |
10. | Robert Henning | 208 | 36 | Indiana | 5th |
11. | Frank Meiners | 206 | 37 | Gonzaga | DNP |
11. | Logan Kahler | 206 | 38 | Kansas | DNP |
13. | Sean Clubine | 201 | 37 | Miami | DNP |
14. | Derrick Gorshe | 200 | 32 | Louisville | 12th |
15. | William Wentworth | 199 | 36 | Kansas | 15th |
16. | Jackson Faust | 197 | 35 | Gonzaga | 14th |
17. | Toby Sebring | 193 | 34 | Kansas | 26th |
18. | Brandon Kahler | 189 | 34 | Syracuse | 27th |
19. | Carrie Baier | 188 | 34 | Michigan State | 20th |
20. | Jen Ensley-Gorshe | 178 | 34 | Indiana | 18th |
21. | Elizabeth Nordeen | 176 | 32 | Iowa State | DNP |
22. | Tim Peterson | 174 | 33 | Miami | 16th |
23. | Dawn Krause | 173 | 33 | Duke | 9th |
24. | Jason Baier | 171 | 33 | Miami | 3rd |
24. | Russell Kennerly | 171 | 33 | Indiana | 22nd |
26. | Michelle Haupt | 170 | 32 | Ohio State | DNP |
27. | Becky Perkovich | 166 | 32 | Ohio State | 29th |
28. | Andree Jauhari | 165 | 32 | Kansas | DNP |
29. | JJ Baier | 163 | 30 | Ohio State | DNP |
29. | Nader Parsaei | 163 | 32 | UCLA | 13th |
31. | Michael Augustin | 157 | 32 | Indiana | 19th |
32. | Ben Baier | 156 | 26 | Butler | DNP |
33. | Your Humble Narrator | 139 | 28 | Miami | 25th |
34. | Will Baier | 121 | 14 | La Salle | DNP |
Roundball Oracles Champions
I’m already excited for next years tournament. It is no secret that Iowa State is the rooting team of the grand majority of Oracles, with a few Hawkeye and Kansas fans sprinkled in to mix things up. Plus a few statistical anomalies, (like a UCLA fan) on top for garnish. I anticipate Iowa will actually join the tourney field again next year. Iowa State should have at least a fighting chance to get back to the dance as well. We lose a bunch, but some of the recruits coming in are heralded and I wouldn’t bet against Hoiberg going up against a Big 12 that I expect to be down next year. Plus don’t forget that Michigan will be getting a taste of Hilton Magic next year. 2013-14 should be another great season! Remember the name Monte Morris. I’m guessing you will know it very well next year.
Plus, Steve Alford will be choking at an entirely new school next year! What was UCLA thinking?
I guess some of you are expecting me to defend my dreadful performance in this year’s pool. I won’t. The slogan for this year’s pool was: Prophecy, Revelation, Augury, Luck? Quite frankly 32 people got lucky. I know that my silky smooth jumpshot and my vast array of dribble penetration moves don’t translate into prognostication, but next year, I guarantee you I will finish higher than 33rd. Even if that means I have to limit the pool to 32 combatants.
March Madness is upon us once again. Which means it is that time of year when I call upon all would-be-basketball-prognosticators to compete in an NCAA tourney bracket pool for the chance at everlasting glory, immortality, and a trophy.
As always, the Roundball Oracles is open to all interested parties, and yes to even uninterested parties as well. Regardless of basketball knowledge or basketball ignorance. Heck, I might even let my dog enter this year. After all, there is a tremendous amount of luck involved in this competition, so there is no reason for you to be intimidated by how well versed I am in the motion offense. You should only be intimidated by me on an actual basketball court. Even though I’ve admittedly lost a step, but I’m spending the offseason getting that step back, but that is an entirely different story…
As always, there is no entrance fee, but pride and my research indicates that pride is a low calorie snack, so swallow it and get in the game.
The champion will be given a trophy. I would normally at this time insert a picture of last year’s champion hoisting last year’s trophy, but I admittedly, still owe him a trophy.
Last year we had a record 29 prognosticators (as of this writing, 9 people have already signed up). I don’t think it would be too crazy to hope to break that record this year.
2012 Final Standings
1. Lowell Davis
2. Corey Faust
3. Jason Baier
4. Angie DeWaard
5. Robert Henning
6. William McAlpine
7. Mark Wolfram
8. Jason Stensland
9. Dawn Krause
10. Jesse Howard
11. Jon DeWaard
12. Derrick Gorshe
13. Nader Parsaei
14. Jackson Faust
15. Bill Wentworth
16. Tim Peterson
17. Mike Donner
18. Jen Ensley-Gorshe
19. Michael Augustin
20. Carrie Baier
21. Shawn Lockner
22. Russell Kennerly
23. Shaun Kirsch
24. Teresa Kahler
25. Your Humble Narrator
26. Toby Sebring
27. Brandon Kahler
28. Jordan Toot
29. Becky Perkovich
Lowell was able to chisel his place amongst the other basketball immortals that have managed to hoist the Roundball Oracles Trophy.*
Past Roundball Oracles Champions
2012 – Lowell Davis
2011 – Carrie Baier
2010 – Mark Wolfram
2009 – Mark Wolfram
2008 – Mark Wolfram
2007 – Tim Peterson
2006 – William McAlpine
2005 – William McAlpine
So the metaphorical ball is now in your court. There are no guidelines for participation. This contest is open to all competitors: men, women, small children and the elderly.
If you are interested and I need the information, you know how to contact me!
Oh… the deadline for filling out your bracket is tip-off of the first game on Thursday morning.
*Technically he has yet to hoist the trophy.
I recently decided to photograph my button collection. I don’t actively collect buttons (I collect postcards my friends send me from their vacations), but I have a small collection in a fish bowl in my living room that I mostly inherited from my Dad. The rest have just, sorta, found their way to me over the years.
There is a decent mixture of local, political, and personal history in this collection.
More from the A Kind of Musing Series:
The biggest draft flop in Boone Minor Little League history?
Back when the University of Iowa’s football squad was relevant.
An aside to this next button…
The picture on this button was taken during my second year of little league. This year was probably the peak of my athletic career. I don’t think it would be inaccurate to state that I was the greatest defensive third baseman that league has seen and will ever see. I took pride in my defense when most kids at that level barely acknowledged that defense was even part of the game. Playing defense is just the inconvenient part where you have to do something while you wait for your turn to bat again.
Not me. I thoroughly enjoyed diving to knock down a screaming one hopper. Jumping to my feet and unleashing the cannon that was conveniently disguised as my right arm to send some poor sap that was dreaming of a two bagger when the ball left his bat, back to the dugout wondering what had happened.
However, the thing I learned most from this year of little league was the importance of rivalry. Not all victories are the same.
I learned this less over the course of two games.
Game 1:
I don’t recall the opponent, but I recall how the game ended. I was standing on 3rd base. The score was tied. Somebody from my team hit the ball to the outfield. I jogged home with the winning run. In my mind it was kind of anti-climatic. I would have preferred a race between me and the ball to home plate. Some poor guy that just wanted to sit in the bleachers and watch his kid play would be stuck making a decision on a bang-bang play at the plate.
But there wasn’t even a play at the plate. I touched home plate to win the game and I turned to return to the dugout to collect my belongings and assumedly head to Dairy Sweet for some kind of post game snack. To my surprise when I looked up from touching home plate, the manager of my team was running at me at full speed. He was a giant bear of a man and before I knew what was happening, he had picked me up and given me a hug.
I’d never seen him this happy. I didn’t even feel like I deserved this much affection. The ball had been hit to the fence. Anybody could have scored on that play. The kid that hit the ball surely deserved the accolades that I was receiving.
Game 2:
We were playing the Dodgers. We were ahead by 1 run. They had loaded the bases and there was one out. It wasn’t looking good for the Padres.
The batter hit a screaming line drive down the third base line. A ball that seemed destined to land in deep left field and bounce against the fence. Plating the runner on 2nd and 3rd and sending the Dodgers home victorious and making any personal trip to Dairy Sweet at least 3 times less sweet.
However, destiny had placed an 8 year old Brooks Robinson clone between that ball and the left field grass on that day.
I leapt straight up in the air and when my feet finally hit the ground again, that ball was firmly entrenched in my glove for the 2nd out. I glanced over to the Dodger runner on third. He stood about 3 or 4 feet off of third base. His mouth stood agape. His third base coach should have been screaming for him to get back to third, but he just stood there with his mouth agape as well. I took a couple of steps and tagged third base for the 3rd out. The Padres were going home victors on this day.
I walked to the dugout expecting my manager to come barreling at me again with another giant bear hug coming my way. After all, I had just won the game with one of the most amazing defensive plays that this little league park had ever seen, at any level.
But there was no hug forthcoming. Just a “nice play” and then we lined up and shook hands with our vanquished foes.
This win didn’t mean as much to the manager because he didn’t hate the manager of the Dodgers. He hated the manager of the team from Game 1. The importance of rivalry was now sewn deeply into the fabric of my being.
Another aside…
This button represents the low point of my athletic career. My first year in the majors my manager was a drunk who showed up to most games and practices liquored up. I wore my yellow Padres hat to a couple practices and the drunk apparently could never be bothered to learn my name as he called me “Yeller Hat”, the entire season. I think the “yeller” part was due to the fact that he didn’t possess enough remaining brain cells in his dome to crash into each other to trigger the correct pronunciation of the really difficult to pronounce syllable “low”.
More buttons “tomorrow”, but no more little league stories.
Now might be a good time to check in to my Instagram feed.
If you follow me on Instagram, you’ve seen these all before.
If you follow me on Twitter, you’ve seen these all before.
If you follow me on Flickr, you’ve seen many of these before.
If you follow me on Foursquare, you seen a few of these.
If you follow me on Facebook, you’ve see a few of these as well.
Not sure where next week’s Wednesday randomness will take us.