Here at mchuge.net, we like baseball. Baseball has no time limit. It has lots of rules but time is hardly ever called for foul play and there are no foul shots. It’s played practically every day. Greatness is earned over long stretches of time. Blah blah.

On that note, here are some shots of Yankee Stadium in the snow. I don’t claim to be a Yankee snob although they are my team. If you beat them, more power to you. These photos are offered so we may all look forward to baseball in April.

PS: I can’t believe Roger Waters sold out two nights of performing The Wall here. That’s like the blocked leading the blockers.

I lost my second set of keys on this very night before christmas. If you have them, please drop them in the mail because I had a bunch of barcoded coupon things that all have my address and phone number. Don’t worry, I’ll have another set made up if you threw them in the dumpster.

Not sure why people would want to.

Traded so many mom jokes tonight. Eck. I’m just working through what I’m going to show.

It’s the difference between world peace and sticking your head in the sand.

Still waiting for those frames.

A little girl cried for the first time in years which is both grandeur and pathetic in this crappy media world.

This is not exactly a Walt Whitman poem but a testament to found photographs. So it’s my birthday. I totally cussed out my family for reasons that were reasonable and unreasonable, mostly the latter. I feel bad. Nothing that I talked about is really their fault but I needed to cuss my head off and they deserve credit for throwing it back at me and not ignoring me and I’m making an apology.

I’ll have a camera that doesn’t let me down.