Javier Lopez had just defeated Brendan Donnelly at rock-paper-scissors and was apparently trash-talking him to an unheard of level. Mike Timlin, covering his face with his glove, stumbles away giggling. And Donnelly gazes back, with that trace of a smile, a trace of a smile that clearly says "By the end of the season, there will be small pieces of you buried in every visiting bullpen in the American League."
Back to the near-present: April 22!
Coco laughing makes me happy.
Buck was on ball-collecting duty... not that he was going to work too hard.
He did get a few live ones, though.
Cora immediately after trying the throw-your-glove-at-the-fly-ball trick.
Jed was snagged for interviews on his way into the dugout--light is terrible in the shadows, sorry!
But then came the "Can you record an announcement for us?" moment...
... which he could not do with a straight face. (This was one of the few times I've been at the park with friends, which is all that saved him from having me yelling. "Straight face, Jed! You can do it! Don't laugh!")
(Note lips very firmly pressed together and eyes just a shade too bright.)