With the 2010 NBA finals history and the World Cup deemed unbearable to watch, we found ourselves enjoying a rip-roaring T-ball game that our six-year-old Grand invited us to. Now, this was exciting! Little Slugger was very proud to run in his homer. A lucky #9 shirt can't hurt in this arena, when you're a Yankee fan. Y'all remember Roger Maris, right? Baby Grand tells me, though, "Everyone wanted #2, G'ma." Well, Derek is no slouch, that's for sure. Who doesn't love him and his talent? Out of the mouths of babes.
Hey, wasn't it just yesterday that Joe coached our Indians, the team Brian and Christian played for? Jeesh. Time truly does fly when you're having fun. Now, we see Christian donning the celebrated coach's cap.
Our presence was much appreciated, and our Grand flashed big smiles our way from home plate, first and third bases, and his position in the field. I'm not so sure that we helped "his game"! Regardless, this fine league sends no child home without bragging rights.
Batter, batter, batter.......
