Once a week, I like to take a little bit of time out, time to look at some of the 30,000+ photos that I have stored on my computer. Little lost moments in time that I either captured with a lens, scanned, or just stole from somewhere on the internet. I like to find just one and post it up, recalling or reliving the picture to the best of my ability. Sometimes this is a pretty easy task, and sometimes it's not that easy, but one thing it has always been a lot of fun.
Since WVU Baseball just had a magical run and fell short of the World Series Finals, I thought I would go back a few years to a baseball game Michelle and I went to when we first started dating. I would say Michelle got a picture of the Mountaineer, but that's Brock who was a friend of mine and just happened to be the Mountaineer.
It's amazing how far the program has come since Michelle and I first started dating, considering we were playing in Omaha last week in front of 24,000 fans and on ESPN. This day however, we were just a couple of the fans in the stands and Brock had just been named the Mountaineer. He had graduated and tried for it again (he was the backup for two years) and if he did not get it he was going to move on, but he got it and entered Grad School. Brock was the Little Mountaineer years ago when his Uncle Rock Wilson was the Mountaineer. It was a great human interest story, now he works at Marshall, the moron.
Have a great day.
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