It was hot as hell on a Saturday afternoon. Jack wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand and adjusted his batting helmet to sit more securely over his long blonde hair. He was on deck. Twelve-year-old kids come in a comically wide array of shapes and sizes, and they were all on display that day at the 12u Little League district championship game. Jack watched as his smallest teammate faced off against a pitcher who had the size and strength of a grown man. It seemed almost unfair to let the oversized adolescent in the Royals jersey fire fastball after fastball at the tiny human in the Pirates jersey. But the half-pint was fearless, and worked his way to a full count.
It may be the White Claws I had at the pool today throwing alley oop passes toward the lap lane with my own son, but I felt this entire post. It's easy to forget that these guys are someone's "little dudes". Great post.
It may be the White Claws I had at the pool today throwing alley oop passes toward the lap lane with my own son, but I felt this entire post. It's easy to forget that these guys are someone's "little dudes". Great post.