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Been working on some photos and found this one in the batch from runOhmcincy event at GABP on September 28th, and since I never rarely post photos of myself, thought I would share. Yep. Pretty much sums me up.

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Peeps, I am telling you – home improvement…just those two words – while generally exciting – this week, they make me need a nap. And if I’m being perfectly honest with you – I’m barely doing any of the work. The husband – he’s exhausting me just watching him get shiz done. When I ran out of staycation week, there was still a lot to be done and then I got BUSY! He pulled the short straw on this one and I owe him BIG! BIG! BIG!  The house is almost all yellow-ed up!

When you hear a really loud HALLELUJAH!! next weekend – it’ll be because the housepainting is finished.

I am not religious at all – agnostic heart, I have. But some things, they warrant really loud Hallelujahs even if it’s just the wind listening. Then duck, cause lightening.

Friends, some day I will tell you my story of this house. That is not this day.

This day is about –

Crap. What is it about? I got some stuff to catch you up on. And some stuff to tell you all about. So it’s kind of a catching up while catching what’s coming maneuver. Somewhere, Ryan Hanigan just cocked his head to the right and went, ‘WHAT?’ and he had no idea why. Sorry, Ryan. I’m abusing my baseball catching words again.

Playing Catch-Up

There’s been scraping, painting, crafting yoga classes, teaching yoga classes, homework for teacher training, etc.  – things to be done. Which means I’ve missed a lot of other stuff, namely running group meets, and time to write. When push comes to shove, I can run on my own odd times, so running group obligations have to shift for a bit.  I miss my running group. BADLY. Hopefully, I’ll be able to join up with them again starting next week.  BUT – while I’ve missed out on some runs – some other things have happened. First off, I made a new running friend – who can meet on one of my flex days and also likes to work out in the pre-dawn hours. We’ve got a little pace differential to work on, but I enjoy her company. Pace differentials don’t matter so much when you enjoy someone’s company – and also when they know about coyotes. Apparently, we were accompanied by coyotes at 5:30 the other morning. Me = clueless. She made sure we weren’t dinner. I got educated. A friend that will run with you at 5:30 in the morning AND not feed you to coyotes – gold I tell ya. They are gold!

Also, changed up my training plan (again). Ramming my shoulder into the ground a few weeks ago really threw any weight training (& quite a few yoga moves) right out the window. I had to figure out something though. The husband and I – we started meeting with a trainer once a week. A dude who is really enthusiastic, trained in gymnastics & martial arts, and perfectly willing to kick both our asses every Sunday morning. It’s been awhile since I’ve worked with a trainer building a program around just me ( & Eric) – and I have to say, it’s very, very nice. Also, last week we met him up at Burnet Woods to work out outside. It was GLORIOUS! The next best thing to a run outside is a full body workout outside. Y’all, Mother Nature provides plenty of obstacles.

Also, 5-6 weeks later, I can finally get a sports bra shirt on and off, and put the car in reverse again without wincing or needing help.  Do not, if you can help it, ram your shoulder into the ground at full speed. It is not a good idea.

I nailed down teaching two more regular yoga classes – Tuesday evenings and every other Sunday at Move Your Body Fitness in Erlanger. It’s a brand spanking new studio and so I got to pick times that work well for me. The place officially opens 9/28, but I taught my first class there for the “soft opening” just today. No one showed up – which is typical of a new studio – so no worries there. Rather than bail entirely, I pulled my mat over to the big windows and worked through my class there so people could see something going on in the business. Yoga-fy and they will come! I know it!  Really, please come!

Playing Catch Me if You Can

Tomorrow night (Weds), I’ll be heading over to Cincy Ballet’s Kaplan New Works. As I mentioned before, it’s that time of year again. Ballet season if firing up – and there is no better way to fire up than Kaplan. Friends, I know there are those of you that are going to roll your eyes at the mention of ballet – but this ain’t your grandmother’s ballet. Kaplan programs are sensual eye feasts. Unexpected musical twists. Risqué choreography. They are powerful, sexual, visceral pieces.  Especially with Cincy Ballet kicking off their 50th anniversary season – WHOA! THIS SHOW IS GOING TO BE GOOD!

I had the privilege of attending a preview night last week – and to be honest, I was hoping they’d choose the Johnny Cash Man in Black piece to showcase since I’m a JC fan – but they didn’t. They showcased a world premiere by Val Caniparoli called Caprice. Sometimes it’s a good thing when you don’t get what you want. First off, there’s another thing akin to the “chin thing” I wrote about last year – the girls, they just can’t stop kissing Patrick. And then there was this flippy thing – that in all my years of ballet, I would have to go slow-mo on it to even begin to figure out what was happening. Do not blink. You do not want to miss the flippy thing. It will catch your breath in your chest and hold it. That doesn’t even touch the music – 9 Paganini violin “caprices” performed live via 2 CCM graduate students onstage. If you are not familiar with Paganini caprices, they are technical violin on steroids. Extremely difficult to play and listening to them makes my heart ache. (Did I mention I took violin once upon a time too?)  I CAN NOT WAIT TO SEE THIS SHOW! Dear boys (or girls, I don’t judge), if you’re looking for some brownie points on date night with the girl – Kaplan new works runs through 9/22 – there are several after party events – and you can get tickets here.

Since we couldn’t take pictures at the preview – there were already 5 separate camera tripods set up for promo shots – I’ll flip you some of the shots from ballet day at GABP. In case you were wondering, I saw principal dancer Amador (he threw out the first pitch) after the preview – he wears his Reds ballcap around the dance studio.

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A 720-degree windup, done a couple feet in the air.

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Amador getting serious.

Reds tickets fell into my lap for 9/23 – and I’m thinking about going again on 9/27 for the last Reds social media night of the season. Actually, I’m trying to talk the husband into going to that whole series to get my fill of baseball (between that and playoffs, of course) before the season closes. Thinking about volunteering at Redsfest this year.

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Chapman caught for Amador.

This weekend is the Hudy 7k/14k – which is sold out. I’m registered for the 14k. I’ve been so busy this Summer that I’ve barely been doing any racing, so it’ll be interesting to dive into the masses with this one and see how I’m doing. Knowing that I’ll get to see most of my running pack at this run makes me really happy to go do it – ready or not with the legs.

Finally – I’ve got a trip to Lexington coming up first weekend in October where I’m sure I’ll be taking LOTS of photos. I’ll have loads to share with you after that and I’m SO. DANG. EXCITED. about it that every time I get on 75-S and see the sign to Lexington, I swear my car wants to go that way! There will be bourbon and horses and donuts and running and LOTS AND LOTS of good things.  I need to keep part of it under wraps until I get back, but trust me peeps – this is some good stuff coming.

So that’s what I got. Good things, peeps. Good things. Also, I’ll share with you – from the Reds website – if you haven’t seen the video of Amador styling the Reds starting rotation, it’s pretty funny.  Also, video of his pitch, complete with 720-degree windup.

So, it’s no big secret around these woods that I’m a Reds fan. And while I’m not into the fawning routine, it’s also no secret that I’m a Sam LeCure fan – in my own words “One of the nicest guys in baseball that I’ve never met.”  His interviews are always funny and interesting, he keeps a positive social media presence with his #5things on Twitter (@mrLeCure) and he does good work with his Movember fundraising.

Last Friday, Sam put up the following on Twitter:

“expanding my twitter-ness, want to follow 1 new person I know nothing about each week, started today, pick every Friday. catch my eye”

And so I thought to myself –

Well, there were a few thoughts I thought to myself – all big brain, organic interest, overthinking all the things – type things.  Sorry, my brain can’t help itself.

Thankfully, I’ve learned to chuck most of that crap straight out the window. Overthinking =/= fun.  All of that overthinking crap ended up in two questions:

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FWIW – the Star-Spangled Banner was already finished playing.

#1 – Yeah. It would be cool if Sam followed me on Twitter. Easy peasy there.

#2 – Well crap. Why would Sam follow me on Twitter? No, really – Why WOULD Sam follow me? THANKS FOR THE EXISTENTIAL CRISIS SAM!

Luckily, I had a whole week of stay-cation and a coupla Reds games to figure myself out. So, Sam, here’s a list of 10 reasons why you ( & maybe a few other tweeps) should follow me on Twitter, in no particular order:

  • When you said ‘catch my eye’ on Twitter, I pictured what it would be like if you actually yelled ‘Catch!’ and tossed an eyeball at me. I didn’t drop it. I shrieked and did a spider-might-be-on-me dance, but I didn’t drop your eyeball. People need friends who don’t drop their eyeballs.

 

  • I can do 140-characters on lots of topics that aren’t about baseball (or eyeballs). I’m a bit nerdy in a friendly way. The con to that – I probably will use all 140 characters.

 

  • I think I have a pretty good grasp on being a fan. What it means to me: I enjoy going to games and rooting for the team, but I don’t take it too seriously.  There isn’t a bad day at the ballpark that is spent with my husband or a good friend sipping on a Shocktop and noshing on something from the Smokehouse. It’s nice when we win, it stinks when we lose – but at the end of a day, what I really like to see is a good game where everyone tried their best.  Sometimes you play as hard as you can, and the other guy still gets a handle on ya.

 

  • I love my husband. The man is a freaking ball of awesome all the time – even when he screws things up, it is awesomely spectacular! Why am I telling you that? Because it makes me uncomfortable when I see fans going all stalker meltdown on a player. I won’t be doing that.  Y’all have people of significance in your life – that should be respected. Married women flrting with players is unbecoming. Just my opinion.
  • Also, my husband does this to Beltran:
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“I scruncha your Beltran!”

  • If I saw you at Krogers, I would probably stop you and ask for help. Why? Because I am short and Krogers always has the good almonds on the top shelf. Going all spider-monkey on a grocery shelf just isn’t dignified. (at least not if anyone’s looking). I need more tall people in my life, Sam. To hand me things from tall places.

 

  • I’m a runner. Runners have lots of good qualities about them – perseverance, commitment. We know when to hold ’em and when to fold ’em in oncoming traffic. The ability to talk ourselves up really steep hills and talk to ourselves through lots & lots of miles. Sure, everywhere we drive we’ll annoy you with saying ‘I’ve run this’ for the 52,232,548 time – but also, if you run out of gas, you can always look at your runner buddy and say ‘you can run for gas right? it’s only 10 miles away’ – and stupidly, we’ll probably say ‘sure’.

 

  •  I know I don’t know jack squat about how to pitch 90mph. I won’t try to tell you how to do it.
  • Also, if you ever have a really bad day on the mound, go replay Game 3 of this season.  April 4th vs Angels.  There have been lots of examples of your excellence, but I like that one. You are badass, my friend. And we all need friends that remind us of our badassery once in awhile on a bad day.

 

  • I thought out most of this list while scraping paint off my house. I do that – stuff that gets me stinky-dirty. You seem like a guy that would appreciate a person willing to get stinky-dirty in the name of home improvement.

 

  • This has got to be one of the best player interviews I’ve ever read.  If this is who you are, then we would get along just fine – except for the whole Pabst thing. (Do they even sell Pabst in Cincinnati?) We home brew. I’ll be honest in saying its made me a bit beer snobby.  But you do seem like the kind of guy it would be fun to have over for a beer.  So what are you doing Saturday? No seriously – what are you doing Saturday? We need help painting the house since I scraped the paint off of it.
  • Also, I would not tell all of Twitter or FB that you were over at my house having a beer. People need to have some R&R time. Mainly, me. Who wants to be tweeting schtuff when they could be having a beer with Sam LeCure?
  • I am the youngest of 8 siblings also. Which means, I know what that means at a dinner table. If you come over for beers, I’m sure to have food too – and we can race to see who gets to seconds faster. Wouldn’t that be fun?

 

  • On my birthday last year, I met Dusty Baker & Gary Matthews. They were out having dinner and everyone around me kept saying ‘isn’t that Dusty Baker?’ and I kept saying ‘no – but that is’ and pointing to the back of a guy’s head. After dinner, they came over to us and were REALLY NICE spending a few minutes talking and letting pics be taken. Gary Matthews sat down next to me, and I asked him if a ring he had on was a World Series ring. He said ‘No, honey, that’s a loser’s ring. Put out your hand – ’cause it’ll be heavier than you think. That’s a winner’s ring.’ And then this happened: 20120903_211207 Gary Matthews  told me I could put his ring on and post pics to FB. HOW COOL IS THAT? My husband didn’t think to get Gary or Dusty in the picture, but I’ll show you my thumb so you can be sure that’s actually me in the photo. Also, this story has no relevance to this list at all – except that if you were a baseball fan and that happened to you, wouldn’t you tell that story every chance you got? *nods yes*
  • Also, if you ever need a good lookout, I know what Dusty looks like from the back of his head.

 

  • I’m the kind of friend that wouldn’t tell you you were over 10 reasons on a list that started out as “10 reasons…”.

 

  • I’m working on learning how to take good pictures – a gorgeous weather day at GABP is a great place to practice my skills. I got a pretty good batch on 8/25. Among them were these.  I promise any bad ones of your butt will die with me. (Again, I promise I’m not a stalker – it’s just if I get good at capturing your fastball, then I can get probably get a good cheetah pic at the zoo or catch some great pics of my friends doing criteria races or Ironman competitions.)

 

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Dear Xavier Paul, I am so sorry. But isn’t this a great picture of Sam? #pleasedontholditagainstme

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Words of wisdom for the FNG Reynolds on his debut. Who wouldn’t like this #63 guy?

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100% badassery.

So, Sam, that’s what I got for now. But if you don’t get to me this week, I understand – hope you know it’s all in good fun. 🙂

 

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Friends, *whew*! I have been a busy girl!

Lots of things going on! All good and fun and happy.  All of which make it a bit of difficult to sit down and write – so this is going to be a piecemeal kind of quickie (you’re welcome), but some of the things that are going on are pretty cool and I should probably get them all shared with you.

First – since thanks to the Reds Social Media night on 8/9 (which was really fun and I have some things I want to write about that SOON (before I forget them)), I’ve made a LOT more Twitter friends that are Reds fans, I want to tell you that I’ll be there this upcoming Sunday 8/25 – which happens to be Cincinnati Ballet’s Day at the ballpark.

Baseball, ballet and the opportunity to take photos of both? SWOON! I am SO THERE! 

If someone handed me an egg sandwich and a German Shepherd puppy, I just don’t think I could get any happier.  It’s like all of my favorite things in one big stadium-sized basket!  Cincinnati Ballet has a day at the ballpark to benefit their CincyDance! program. From the Reds website:

“…[CincyDance!] program which brings dance and arts education to schools and community centers. This program provides free ballet classes and scholarships to young people with no previous formal dance training. Cincinnati Ballet aspires to take a long-term approach to exposing children from a wide range of ethnic and socio-economic backgrounds to ballet, and to give them the chance to learn both the discipline and the joy of dance in a safe, structured and supportive environment.”

You can get discounted tickets to the game by using the promo code BALLET on the Reds ticket website. It’s like you’d be watching baseball for a good cause y’all!  So GO!

And if you’re at the game –  I’ll be there solo – give me a tweet (twit?) at @swlikeablegirl to say hi.

I’ll also be at the ballpark  Friday night 8/23, but that’s kind of a date night with the husband…and then I’m also celebrating my birthday at the game on 9/3 (Cardinals series!!) and heading out there with the in-laws on 9/4.

Peeps – it has been raining Reds tickets in my world this week, and I am totally okay with that.

Speaking of the ballet – it’s almost September again, which means as baseball season starts to wind down, dance season starts.  The Kaplan New Works Series will be firing up again mid-September and it looks like it’s going to be AMAZING! Ballet to Johnny Cash. Really, do I need to say more? Okay, how about I say Patric Palkens is the guy in the promo/ad with the tattoo on his stomach – remember when I wrote about him?  GO!

Been taking photos at Final Friday Acro Yoga again – posted another album and got an amazing response to the pics! YAY! Still building my confidence with putting photos out into the world. This one in particular got an amazing response:

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For me personally, I see a lot of joy in that photo – everyone looks happy – and the thought that that’s what people are responding to makes me really happy. Taking the picture brings me joy.

Getting the 5:30AM yoga class off the ground has been SLOOOOOW! Way slower than I thought it would be, but I’m tremendously lucky that my friends (the studio owners) are being really supportive and are trying to help me figure out how to make it work.  I think I’ll have some changes coming up mid-September on the approach and we’ll see what that does with getting more yogis in my door.  In some ways, the slow start has been good because it’s given me an opportunity to work out the kinks in my teaching style as a newbie with a much smaller audience.  So, that’s less embarrassing than I think it would be. I’ve got another friend opening up her own studio in October and we’re working on my picking up a few classes there, so that will increase my teaching opportunities as well.  AND – the 500-hour training program kicked off last weekend – so there’s that kind of busy coming my way too. Yikes! Who knew there would be so much homework in yoga class?!

I’m registered for the Hudy 14k on September 21st.  I did that one 2-years ago – the 7k – and let’s just say there were some extremely awkward technical difficulties (*cough* forgot to put down the 7k turnaround markers then ran out of lots of things*cough*). It will be interesting to revisit that in year 3 and see the changes they’ve made. 

I think I have another race before that though – a friend is on the Board of the ZERO Prostate Cancer Race scheduled for Sept 7th that I’d like to go support – Cancer is a scary mean bitch – and I say that knowing full well I just cussed. Unfortunately that’s also the day that I’m throwing a paint party at my house AND the weekend I promised I’d go cheer some friends on at the Rev3 70.3 in Cleveland.  Holy calendar confusion!  We’ll see how that all works out.

I’ve got some more even than that to add in – some cool running stuff, a change-up (again) in the training plan, an update on the shoulder injury – but “quickie” turned into 900+ words already – so I’m going to save them up for later.  I’ve got a few more photos from Final Friday Acro Yoga that I’ll be putting up in the meantime – feedback encouraged!

Keep the peace! And give me a holler if you make that 8/25 Reds game! (Please!)

Eric: Mind if we stop by Madtree and pick up some beer on the way home? It’s on the way.

Me: Do they have a TV? (we’re listening to the Reds game in the car)

Eric: Yes. They do.

Me: Then why don’t we hang out and have a beer while we’re picking up beer? Catch the last half of the game on the TV.

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Eric: Are you getting another beer?

Me: I have to. [Reds] started winning as soon as we sat down. We have to stay and drink ’til the end of the game. Unless they start losing. Then we have to leave.

Eric: Is that how this works?

I am nothing if not logical.

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Couldn’t decide which of the effect styles I liked better for this one. So…same shot, different shop.

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Day’s over. The truck is full of plants, cider, fudge and a dog passed out cold from Frisbee overload. Two humans grateful to have headed beyond the burbs for the day.

Also grateful to see the couch because we’re beat from all that R&R.

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As I mentioned, last Friday was a Reds social media event – #Redstweetup – where there was a special section designated for fans who have connected via Twitter to meet in person, have a beer and enjoy the game…in real life as opposed to virtually. I decided to venture out of my comfort zone and go give it a try. The pretext was to celebrate the season buildup event wherein Reds fans rallied a Twitter campaign to make #JoeyVotto the #FaceofMLB.  To be blunt, WE KICKED ASS! There are no fans like Reds fans.

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I went alone.

Eric & I had talked about it in advance and decided that with my being distracted looking for twitter friends, and with him not being on Twitter, that he probably wouldn’t have a very good time. So, alone. That’s how I decided to roll. Comfort zone abandoned for the Fan Zone. Also, I decided to bring the camera for some practice taking action shots and so just in case no one talked to me, I could hide behind it. ‘Cause that’s how I roll now too. All borg-like with a lens where my eye-hole was supposed to be and dreams of having a squint like Popeye. Doesn’t that just scream ‘hey – get to know me! I’m fun!’?  My analogies get a little strange when I’m nervous about my writing.

Also, I get to places a little early when I’m nervous. True story. Except for the pre-game events for the Playoffs last year, I don’t think I’ve ever been to the ballpark more than 10 minutes before first pitch. For this event, I had some time to kill – a lot of time to kill – so I went to find my seat –

I was sooo early.

I was sooo early.

And found this going on:

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Some Gapper love on the outside track:

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Then despite the fact that it was raining pretty decently through the first 3 innings, 33,000+ people turned up to watch Cingrani take the mound and it was game on:

Oh, Cingrani had to bat too.

Oh, Cingrani had to bat too.

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That’s how it’s done.

So far, LOVING the new camera. To my old one, this would have been nothing but blurs. AND, my seat was roughly 350ft away. My long lense (75-300mm) w/o the doubler got this one. If I’d added the doubler, you’d be able to see Cingrani’s stubble. Next time.

I got up and decided to wander around, thinking maybe people would be up on the decks and that at some point, I’d quit being a chicken suck it up and introduce myself to them.  Shortly thereafter, I looked to my left and there was Jamie Ramsey of Better Off Red (@Jamieblog) and then my brain went and did a thing before I could stop it – it said ‘Jamie Ramsey’ out loud. And he turned and looked at me (HOLY CRAP WHADDOIDONOW?!).  Then that thing I was worried about – where I sound like a total douche introducing myself as ‘a somewhat likeable girl’ – yeah, it happened. My brain is such an ASSHOLE! Thankfully, Jamie – I call him Jamie now – took it all in stride and told me if I wanted to meet some more people, I was standing in the right place. So I tucked myself a little further into the right place, and started to take some more shots – and then that other thing happened that happens when people see you walking around with a camera that has a big lense on it – someone started asking me about photography – or more specifically, telling me what to shoot as he took a panoramic shot with his iPhone. Yep. I may just be learning about photography, but I know better than to tell someone else what to shoot unsolicited.  Thankfully, his douchenozzly introduction was just a lead off for what ended up being a nice 2.5 inning long conversation. No, I don’t know if he had a Twitter handle.

That being done, I decided to wander some more, get some sausages. Head over to see the view over the bullpen. I’ve never checked that out before.

What the relievers & closers see while they wait for the call.

Or at least that’s just above what they see. Friends, in case you never considered it before – our bullpen hears all the cheering, sighing, clapping you do before they head out to the mound. Nothing to do but wait and listen and study and take it all in. THEY CAN HEAR YOU.

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Getting a picture from this doorframe pointed towards the mound may be at the top of my bucket list now. Not because of the pitchers in there, but because feeling that view – not seeing it – FEELING it – has got to be one of the best things on the planet. It just has to be. Above it is phenomenal. Ground level has got to be beyond words for a somewhat likeable girl who loves to shoot spaces & places.

About the time I started taking pictures, another person started talking cameras – my wife wants to get a nice camera like that one & I just don’t know about the expense…

Me: “Do you have kids?”

Him: “Noooot yet, but it’s coming soon.

Me: “Get the camera before you have the kids & learn to use it really well. Because after you have the kids, you’ll want to know how to use a camera really well.”

I have no kids and no right to be giving anyone advice, but shooting my friends’ kids has taught me that much.

It went on for longer than that while I missed another inning or two and watched the start of Sam LeCure’s warm-up.  One of the nicest guys in baseball that I’ve never met.

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A little more time back (& popcorn) over in my seat, and I was exhausted when Chapman hit the mound. It was time to go – which was about the time I spotted Dallas Latos (@DallasLatos) on my way out. As a follow-up to a conversation on Twitter, I wanted to stop and introduce myself. First I circled around just to find my balls be sure it was really her, then I dove in and completely interrupted another tweeter that was saying hi. Rude. Sorry girl who I interrupted!! I’m going to say, I was a bit intimidated to meet Dallas – there’s no arguing that she has brought quite a bit of spice to the Tri-state area and created a social media hum – but really, there was no reason to be intimidated. SHE WAS SO NICE TO ME! Really genuine person.  Also, very pretty. I kinda wish I’d gotten over there sooner so that I wasn’t in full flight mode when I met her. Frankly, I admire that way that she’s put some of the more conservative/judgey types around here in a kerfuffle. They need kerfuffled.

Then I was gone. Even though I didn’t meet many people, social events in general can be exhausting for me. The THOUGHT of crowds can be exhausting for me. I listened to Chapman’s inning in the car and the fireworks were starting a few minutes after I got home. I never stop being grateful for Eric’s secret super-fast route home from GABP. Pajamas & cereal. Must haves after a long night.

I tell Eric I spent the game chatting about cameras.

Eric: Did you see Hanigan’s…

Me: Nope. Missed it.

Eric: Did you see Philip’s…

Me: Nope. Missed it. I got to see Cingrani & LeCure pitch, but other than that, I missed it.

I have never seen less of a game in all the games we’ve attended. How does that happen? No matter.

So, going to the tweetup alone was a bit strange – now I know that. Which just means I’ll need to work on making more friends for next time! And make some definite plans to meet them! Maybe then I can spend more time shooting friends & less time shooting the ballpark – though shooting the ballpark is pretty fun too. 🙂

The next #Redstweetup is set for June 9th at GABP.

So, tonight is the first #Redstweetup of the baseball season. An event organized by the Reds social media team to get all of the fans who tweet about the team a chance to mingle – in person. Pretty cool, huh?

FACT: No team treats their fans better than the Reds.

Since I just joined twitter at the end of last season, this will also be my first #Redstweetup. I have to admit, that even though I’m pretty darn excited to meet some of the people I tweet with daily, I have a little bit of social anxiety kicking in. Okay, alotabit.

“Dear god, what if everyone hates me and ends up chasing me with torches? It’s raining, they won’t have anything better to do.” 

Ya know, that kind of thing.  Accompanied by suddenly hating everything I chose to wear today and desperately wishing I hadn’t tried to cut my own bangs on Tuesday. Yikes!

When Eric & I talked about it, we decided he probably wouldn’t have a very good time since I would be distracted and he isn’t on twitter – so I’m going it alone.  In other words – just look for the girl that is hyperventilating, hiding under her seat, or tap dancing her nervousness away. Not that I can tap dance.

And then there’s this other thing…

Ya know – when I chose my twitter handle – @swlikeablegirl – and the name of this blog – it never occurred to me that I might actually be out in public – saying it out loud – to real people.  Introducing myself with it.

“Hi, I’m a somewhat likeable girl.”

My god I am going to sound like such a douche.

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Peeps, this is where I offer you my most humble apology.

Because baseball season has started, and I made it down to the Reds game last night. Which means the gratuitous posting of views from my seat have started.  Good, bad, blocked by bald spots taller than me, behind the dugout, far far into the upper decks. It doesn’t matter because I don’t care too much where we sit. Usually taken with my cell phone – which is actually & surprisingly a pretty good camera. Nevertheless, it’s begun.

Last night, bundled up into heavy-duty longjohns, huddling under a nice wool blanket, and sporting my Reds earwarmer from Redsfest pulled over my baseball cap, I took in my first game of the season at Great American Ballpark. Clutching a beer and some hot dogs too. If you’re gonna do the ballpark, you gotta do it with tradition & style*.

For what it’s worth – I clapped A LOT – also, once I realized that clapping with gloves on makes almost no worthwhile noise, I started whistling A LOT. Sorry about that. (Not really, I’m a pretty good social-event whistler.) Also, I may have accidentally “wooo’d”. But really I was trying to “Hooo!” when J.J. Hoover came up to pitch, and then realized it probably sounded like a “wooo” & I shut it down with the quickness.  If the “wooo” takes hold again, well – still don’t blame that on me because there is always that one 20-something year old guy down in the 100 level that keeps doing it over and over again who is completely louder than anyone else and too drunk/big for his friends (who are laughing at him, not with him) to attempt a successful takedown to stuff his wrongly used rally towel in his wooo-hole. (Did I really just write wooo-hole?) Not that I found it abominally obnoxious or anything. *sigh* *breathe*

I really don’t like the wooo.

Also, it will not surprise me if there is a wooo-related homicide at GABP this season. Not that I’ll have anything to do with that.

I digress…

So anyway – it was AWESOME! to back in the ballpark – anywhere in the ballpark! In a few short weeks, the temperature will change and the gloves will come off, so the clapping will get louder. The long-johns will get changed out for tank-tops. I’ll go from huddling under a blanket sandwiched between two of the best people I know to wishing there were some empty seats around us to give us space in the 90+ degree heat. The weather will change, as will the opponents. But what won’t change is the smile on my face –

and the fact that we’ve got one HECK OF AN AWESOME TEAM this year!! YEAH!!! GO REDS!!

*dark mustard & relish

More flashbacks to the Opening Day parade last year…the City wecomed Mat Latos (#55) & his lovely wife Dallas to our favorite team. I believe that’s Nick Masset occupying the drop-top next to Mr. Latos.

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