My home run hitter

Jason is a home run hitter. In his last game against the Yankees, in his second time at bat, he hit the ball so hard, the coaches say he would have successfully circled the bases (had the girl in front of him not stopped in her tracks and planted herself on third base).

Unfortunately, I missed it all.

I was on the playground with Michael and Joshua. At the time, I was trying to convince Michael that he didn't need to do a #2 in a porta-potty. I won that battle of wills, by the way. And, it WAS a battle of wills since he didn't actually "go" until the next day.

But, back to the game. On Jason's last time at bat, he "broke" the tee. Which is apparently a good thing. The coaches seemed impressed, and they said they'd not seen that kind of hitting out of a t-baller, ever. The tee was a new one, they say. So impressed they were, they actually GAVE us the broken tee at the team's end of season party last night. If Jason could sleep with it, he probably would. However, it is resting nicely in a wagon in the garage.



It's kind of bittersweet, as I knew it would be. The t-ball parents and I spent the last two months complaining about how much time we spend at the ball field, and I know we'll be sad when we're not out there three times a week. Crazy, huh? Rest assured, we'll be back in the spring, complaints and all.

And, you can be sure, Jason will be practicing for the next time he's up against the Yankees.