We've just wrapped up our baseball/softball season. Whew! We...well I made it. Just for the heck of it, let's break it down into a math problem: 1 parent (that's me) x 3 kids in baseball with each playing two games per week per child. Plus, practices on the days that there are no games = completely booked evenings. (Don't forget to toss in mutual, scouts, karate, and two hour Relief Society Presidency meetings just to make it interesting.) *ahhhhhhh*
Hold onto your hats, 'cuz the next few posts are all gonna be about baseball.
Let's start with Ronin, shall we?
Really, with an expression like this, who needs a caption?
His favorite position: catcher.
He also played short-stop.
Ronin's coach gave him a history lesson on how the name of short-stop came to be.
Coach: Do you know how the name short stop came to be?
Ronin: smiles and shakes his head no.
Coach: Well, you see, balls would keep coming over in this area and when a player would try to stop the balls they would keep bonking him on the head, making him shorter and shorter. (He was bonking Ronin on the head with his fist while telling him this.) So that's why we call it short-stop.
Ronin: Giggles and looks up at his coach. Big smile. Probably trying to figure out if he should believe his coach or not.
Ronin loves anyone with a sense of humor, so he got along really well with his coach.
Just being silly.
Rigdon was my little spectator buddy.
Kicking dandelions also helped pass the time.
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