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There are days when you could give it up, there are days when you could fly. You either love or hate it, depending on the score.


This one is about a month old. Ezra is playing footy.

I've got nothing more.

Sorry.
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Hallam said…
We have the same football. the end.
24 April 2009 at 20:53
yamini said…
what happened??? What is Ezra growwwwling at?????

Is he angry at you? :-)
24 April 2009 at 21:54
Kitty said…
oh what an expression?!?!?!
24 April 2009 at 22:09
Ronda Laveen said…
I don't know about footy, but my dogs play growly face for hours.

"Do you love it? Do you hate it? There it is the way you made it."
Frank Zappa from his song-"Brown Shoes Don't Make It." Your opening quote made me think of this blast from the 70s past.
25 April 2009 at 03:19
Roddy said…
With a picture like this, you don't need any more.
25 April 2009 at 04:33
Evening Light Writer said…
Now there is a look of sheer determination..soon enough he'll be walking and running and kicking that ball around.
25 April 2009 at 08:42
Baino said…
Haha that's a Billy Idol snarl if ever I saw one!
25 April 2009 at 09:33
KL said…
Oh Man! Ezra really snapped at you for taking that pictures. What was he exactly telling you?
25 April 2009 at 09:40
G. B. Miller said…
I don't know, I kind of like that Elvis sneer.
25 April 2009 at 10:56
Priyanka Khot said…
Whoa he is angry... what did you do???
26 April 2009 at 22:27
Kris McCracken said…
Hallam, Odette should join a team soon.
28 April 2009 at 11:47
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, he’s going hard at the pill, that’s all.
28 April 2009 at 11:47
Kris McCracken said…
Kitty, he is hard at the ball, not the man.
28 April 2009 at 11:47
Kris McCracken said…
Ronda, this one is “Up There Cazaly”, about as far from Zappa as I could possibly imagine.
28 April 2009 at 11:47
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, he’s rugged.
28 April 2009 at 11:47
Kris McCracken said…
Evening Light Writer, destined to be a solid utility who can equally play front and back, with a spell on the ball when required. He reminds me of a young Tim Watson.
28 April 2009 at 11:47
Kris McCracken said…
Baino, a rebel yell?
28 April 2009 at 11:47
Kris McCracken said…
KL, he’s just focused on the ball, that’s all.
28 April 2009 at 11:48
Kris McCracken said…
G, the ladies dig it.
28 April 2009 at 11:48
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, he’s not angry, just in the zone.
28 April 2009 at 11:48
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