Dog Days

Today I went down to get my oldest, and he was playing baseball.

Well, not exactly playing. He was on the bench. Then he got to see absolutely no action out in left field.

While he was on the bench, he got to talking to me about what else he'd been doing. He's been helping out the kindergarten-age kids at the bible day-camp. Which was great until they figured out that they can beat him up.

Now, back in K-2 I didn't mind wailing on them that needed it, but I'd've never, EVER have picked a fight with someone twice my age. I sure as heck wouldn't have expected to win.

So, after a bit he manages to get on base (4 balls, since he can't hit dirt with a hoe), and steals 2nd and 3rd, which is just awesome. I can see him. I'm standing right next to the fence, out of film, waiting for his moment.

He's moving from foot to foot, anxious... he's questioning. Yes... NOW!

The ball springs out of the umpire's hand, flying in the totally wrong direction to get Ultraboy, who runs with everything he's got and then some... he's running across the plate! Out the fence! To the toilet!

Whew! What a relief... for a moment I thought he might do something, you know, athletic.