Can you believe it. It’s pouring down rain and my 7 year old is out playing a baseball game! The rain stopped by the time I returned from home with a sweatshirt for under his uniform. Then I had to practically wrestle him to get it on. And he was soaking wet.
Now, the final score of the game tonight was 19:8 and *we* had the 8 but the game was GREAT anyhow.
It’s the last inning and the other team is at bat. The bases are loaded. Our pitcher has hit his pitch maximum (40) and there are two outs. They call YaYa (MY son) to the mound.