We had three first-timers that night. Hsin, sadly, fouled, so we drank that bottle without much fanfare. Owen had an infield pop-up, much to his dismay. That bottle went down quickly, too. But Dawn? Pop! Right over the fence.
Dawn, Owen and Jennie clamored right around the fence to mark the cork in the wilds beyond Champagne Field.
Owen thought it was the perfect opportunity to give Jennie a tutorial on the finer points of Hopping A Fence.
Foot up . . .
Oh, don't worry, Jennie. The grass is much greener on this side of the fence.
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Yes, I do believe it is greener! ;-) Whatever side of the fence I am on, I just can't seem to get away from it (even if I have legally changed my name)!!
Oh, good. You're finally, legally "Sweet Jennie". Perfect!
I just love your perplexed expression in the photos. "You want me to what what??"
Ellie
it's probably better to learn a new trick BEFORE you play a game that requires a bit of drinking...keep us posted on Jennie's future success in fence jumping!
Yes, I've decided to drop the Green and the Brockett and just go only by Sweet Jennie now. That then makes me SJen. Hmmm... I may have to reconsider...JBro is much cooler. ;-)
p.s. Wisdom from Central PA,
Sadly, or perhaps fortunately, I think that was my success!
Jennie knows you blog. No way she was going over that fence.
Aw, poor Jennie! Good thing you have so many other talents. Anyway, jumping over fences is what boys are for.
Jacquie
It's oobvious to me that you stood your ground in order to see just how many times Owen would hop back and forth over that fence.
I relly do like JBro.
And, Dawn, nice job!
Beth
Sweet Jennie doesn't have to go over the fence. She's an inside-the-park home run.
I was gonna say what Central PA said - I'm sure he's much more coordinated before the booze
Jennie was smart enough to know that jumping over the fence just means that you need to do it again. Two successful fence jumps after drinking are very rare.
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