Nothing says all-American summer quite like a boy with his baseball glove standing around kicking the dirt on a warm summer night.
David played t-ball last month. He’s number 2 in the photos.
Pre-game huddle, talking very important strategy.
David’s fan club. Grandma and Grandpa and little brother came to watch.
Batter up.
Running the bases. This is only slightly less chaotic than Pee-wee football. At least it’s easier to know which direction to run in. Thank goodness they only played two or three innings, or we’d still be sitting there.
Bringing it home. In t-ball everybody wins, and everybody crosses home plate. So much for that whole sports-are- a-metaphor-for-life thing.
Fielding the ball.
Teammates.
That’s it for the kids of summer.
Wait ’till next year!
Why were only the girls wearing baseball cleats?