Never played ball with my dad either but he sure taught me the ins and outs of booking bets.
Nice hit son, now run in and get me another beer.
Cool! ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)
Yeah. It looks real smart until the kid hits that first foulball. Then dad’s in contention for the $100,000 prize on America’ Funniest Home Video show.
Lazy or not, Dad is with junior and encouraging him in to do something positive with his time, in his own way uniquely coach potato way.
if me and my brother woulda hooked that up, my old man woulda been screamin about screwing up his zebco
I was going to make fun of the dad, until I realized that this may be an old home movie of Mike Trout and his dad. And at 22 years old, Mike Trout will earn $25mm per year for the next few years not counting endorsements.
Where’s my Zebco?
What language was that?
My Dad was at work and I was losing stuff from his tacklebox and screwing up his reel. We were a whole more like to fish than play ball.
that’s right; there’s something missing here. He needs an ice chest slap full of Miller High Life 32 ounce cans right next to his chair. That’s what I drink when I go fishin’ – it’s my Lucky Fishing Beer
Man, I never liked metal bats.
Never played ball with my dad either but he sure taught me the ins and outs of booking bets.
Nice hit son, now run in and get me another beer.
Cool! ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)
Yeah. It looks real smart until the kid hits that first foulball. Then dad’s in contention for the $100,000 prize on America’ Funniest Home Video show.
Lazy or not, Dad is with junior and encouraging him in to do something positive with his time, in his own way uniquely coach potato way.
if me and my brother woulda hooked that up, my old man woulda been screamin about screwing up his zebco
I was going to make fun of the dad, until I realized that this may be an old home movie of Mike Trout and his dad. And at 22 years old, Mike Trout will earn $25mm per year for the next few years not counting endorsements.
Where’s my Zebco?
What language was that?
My Dad was at work and I was losing stuff from his tacklebox and screwing up his reel. We were a whole more like to fish than play ball.
that’s right; there’s something missing here. He needs an ice chest slap full of Miller High Life 32 ounce cans right next to his chair. That’s what I drink when I go fishin’ – it’s my Lucky Fishing Beer
Redneck tee ball….
BRILLIANT !!!
That is a million dollar idea !