The morning of Jack's Cal Ripken league's opening day ceremony was dark and cold and rainy (and super early) so I was going to stay in my cozy bed and miss the hoopla but Ed woke me up to say Henry had been asked to throw the first pitch.
Can't miss that.
Jack was a Muckdog, Ed was a coach, and Henry was the bat boy.
There were a ton of people watching but when they called his name, he trotted right out there:
great pitch.
And hollered, "play ball!"
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