Because of Jack's broken leg two years ago and follow up surgery last year, baseball is the one sport he had yet to dive into. I was hoping we'd make it another year as we had just finished four months of basketball. And I made it past the deadline without Jack catching wind of the upcoming season! But word travels fast on the streets and he started his campaign to get out there on the field. He finally roped his dad into his efforts and I caved and we got on a team the day before the first game of the season.
And I liked it. A lot.
Apparently it doesn't matter how much you hate a sport, when your kid is as cute as Jack, you'll be happy watching him play anything.
The kid has an awesome swing.
He says there's nothing better than the feel of the bat hitting the ball.
Seriously the cutest third baseman in the sport.
You'll note he's got his socks showing. We like it old school here, we're of the opinion that baggy baseball pants are an offense to the sport. Jack quickly got his team on board.
This one?
He came to every game in his blue hat and cleats, just in case they needed him on the field.
He also ate his weight in sugar by the end of the season.
The end of season tournament saw Jack's team playing a team they'd crushed twice but they just couldn't get it going till the end. Jack's got his rally cap on here and he was just dying for one more inning but they ran out of time and ended with a loss.
He was bummed. He asked if I would sit on the deck and snuggle him.
I obliged and after talking about the whole season and hashing it all out, he ended up giggling with me.
No better way to end a day than with a Jack smile:
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