Baseball and summer go together like hand in a glove, they are just meant to be. I spent the majority of my summer vacations at the ball fields watching my three brothers play baseball, from a toddler well into elementary school. And eventually one summer, I had my big break. For more details, read this.
So this year, at the ripe age of four and a half, we decided to indoctrinate Sj into the world of organized sports, but even more importantly T-Ball. I gave soccer a thought, a passing thought mind you. I enjoy soccer, but where I grew up, soccer is a fall sport. Playing soccer over baseball in the summer would almost be considered sacrilegious in my family.
Our local T-Ball league is only six weeks long. Every week on our way to practice, Sj comments on how she's going to knock the ball out of the park. That's my girl. Funny enough she's a righty, but she bats lefty and my eyes just open in amazement every time she gives the ball a good solid whack. The biggest excitement from two weeks of playing was that she tagged a kid out last week. Once again, that's my girl.
Here she is in action:
And here I am, 28 years ago with one of my big brothers, classic, I tell you!