Catch!

Marc and I waxing mannish at the Yankee Suites, photos courtesy Bari.  The first picture is of me about to catch a ball. So is the second one, you just can't see me. I caught them both, by the way; I am far more athletic than I was in my youth.  Scant milliseconds after the second photo was taken my glove insinuated itself to prevent the softball from slamming into Bari's face.  Was I right to do so? Only God can judge me in that.