Tonight I went down to Halfaer Field to watch my nephew, Zack, play baseball. Before I get into my analysis, allow me to preface this with the fact that I was a horrible little league baseball player. I only played one season, and in that one season I got exactly one hit all year. I was terrible, and I am probably not much better now. Here are a couple of pictures before I get to the video.
Sarah and Grace. I can't believe I didn't get a picture of Joey, I am really slacking as an uncle and photographer.
Now just because I was one of the worst little leaguers in history doesn't mean that my baseball IQ is extremely low. Zack, here is some baseball advice from your uncle and I don't think anyone you talk to that knows anything about baseball will disagree with me.
Chicks dig the long ball.
If you want to hit the long ball, you are going to need more than your arms.
You need to start stepping into your swing.
If you want to clear the fence you are going to have to use your legs.
This video is a perfect example of what I am talking about. Your front leg barely moves, and I don't think your foot ever leaves the ground.
And if you aren't going to be going for the long ball you better start running, and that starts the moment the ball leaves the bat. Don't watch the ball...run.
That ends my critique. Here is Zack with a fielder's choice.
And in Zack's last at bat he got a single.
I got to the ball park and got a picture with the Kriby Puckett statue.
Here is the view from our seats. It really is a beautiful ball park. Although I didn't see the retractable roof. There might be a couple cold games here and there. It kind of makes those of us in Milwaukee look like wusses. But I would rather be a warm wuss than a cold tough guy.
We weren't in our seats very long. I think it was only an inning or two. We spent the rest of the game at the Captains deck which is a bar that overlooks the field from the left field corner. Here I am with Borky.
I biked down to the lake front for the fireworks. On the way back I stopped and grabbed this which is kind of a cool picture of the bridge between Canal Street and the Hank Aaron State Trail
Tiff coming to the finish line in one of the sprint laps.
Nicki coming to the finish line at the end of the race.
A familiar sight, Nicki on the podium with the Yellow Jersey and the Race Sponsors
And Tiff up on the podium sporting her Red Jersey.
The Willis Tower
This was after a quick stop at the bathroom and making my way back to the main stage about 20 minutes before DMB took the stage. The place was being dive bombed by flying rats.
Dave and Co take the stage. I think the 3 night I was the closest of all three shows.
Here is something I have never seen at a DMB show, a guy with no hands taking a picture.
We got down to the show earlier on day 2 because Dave Matthews and Tim Reynolds were doing a small two man set in the middle of the day. We showed up for the last 3 songs and were so far away you could barely make out what the songs were. But for those interested here was that setlist:
5 seconds later, pink shorts went down. If you ask me that is what you get for wearing pink shorts.
We got a much better vantage point for night two.
This picture was taken about 10 seconds before this pretty little thing passed out and went limp. She had to be throw over her boyfriend's shoulder and carried out. But there was one that topped that. Maybe 15 minutes later I saw two girls carrying a guy out. 
In my opinion, Saturday was the best show. Here is the setlist:
The General was still pretty happy about things.
Here I am with The General, Liquid and Myra.
Sunset over the Summerfest grounds
Joe and Liquid
Nate and Borky
Me, Liquid, Nate and Borky
This is the drum solo, or I guess you would actually call it a duet from The Airborne Toxic Event
Ike Reilly
Borky and some girl, weird.
U2 Zoo.
Technically I didn't capture that comment totally accurately. There really wasn't an exclamation mark, let alone 3, nor was there a need for bold and all capitals. But it makes the story a little bit more funny.
This was somewhat ironic. Nate had just called me and minutes later I run into Nate's biggest fan, Freeway. So I called Nate back right away and gave Freeway the phone. Pay back buddy. And I had to get a picture with him. 
Brian and Nancy first met a Summerfest something like 25 years ago. Anytime I am with them at Summerfest, I make it a point to go to the very "Spot" where they met. You can still see the magic in their eyes. And then Tony and Jon jumped into the picture to be "That Guy".
Me with Julie and Nancy
We timed the entire night rather well. We were over by the M&I Bank Stage when the fireworks started and we walked over quickly and had a great vantage point. Video of the grand finale to come.
This is something of a funny story. The next morning I was going through my pictures and I got to this one. I have no idea who these people are. 
But the more that I though about it, I remembered how I got this picture. I had left my group to go to the bathroom. And as I was making my way back I saw these people posing for a picture that someone from their group was taking. I offered to take their picture for them. Then I insisted that they take one with me and there group. They took this same picture and I am sure the next morning they were thinking, "Hey remember that really good looking guy who took our picture for us. He is one of our pictures."
