As promised, disguised as a baby sitter, I infiltrated Rip Tides's practice yesterday. I was not very successful at getting any earth-shattering secrets but I think I know what they will try and do on Saturday.
I was not able to bring back many pictures. I did learn that a digital camera, unless it is Nikon's D1, a darling of photojournalists, is not a good camera for taking fast, action photos. Enough excuses.
First thing I did was mount a digital camera on the buggy. Next, I needed a baby so I rented one, a Danish cutie. Women just love babies and I'd do anything to distract them. Found the field, they practice at the high school not the middle school and I was on site.
The Rip Tide warm up by first stretching. Next they practice throwing, throwing and more throwing. Then they practice catching, catching, catching, and more catching. I think you get the idea. Just as Rip Tide started to scrimmage, one of their viscious guard dog sniffed out the buggy-cam and I was busted. Lucky I brought along night-vision goggles because their practice last well past sunset. To end their practices, they run. Rummaging around the field after Rip Tide left I was able to find this piece of paper. It obviously speaks for itself.
See you at 5pm at the middle school and we are the ones in white.
Angel
