Wiffleball

Before Alex and Anne's wedding on Saturday, some of us suited up for some wiffleball action.

It wouldn't be official unless the bat is taped.

Jamie contemplates all the homeruns he's going to mash.

Jamie and Mooney decide who is going to throw who into the puddle of water behind them.

Hot Tub Eric is unhittable.


I love the sweatshirt strike zone.

Balgavy gets the call.

The Anatomy of a Homerun

The beauty of Wiffleball is that you don't have to run the bases. It is all about where the ball lands upon being hit. That didn't stop Mooney from celebrating after his ball cleared the fence.

Homerun!

I only got a few innings in before being called to lunch with the family. I had just enough time to take this picture through the fence.

When I left, the score was 2-2. Apparently, it was a long day for my squad after I left. Final score: 20-7. Hot Tub Eric hit two bombs and Mooney gave up 12 runs or something in an inning or it has been reported.