T-ball on a sunny day

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A critic once characterized baseball as six minutes of action crammed into two-and-one-half hours.  ~Ray Fitzgerald, in Boston Glove, 1970

Mar20a It was a nice day to be out at the park watching my boy play t-ball, despite the fact that he seems to hate it. I don’t blame him.  Standing out in the field with a glove he doesn’t know how to use, waiting endlessly for some kid to actually hit the ball to break up the boredom.

You see, dog-people like to frolic and chase balls around, but us cat people?  We’d rather chase birds.

But I digress.  He probably hates it because (a) he’s still too young to understand it, and (b) he only gets to actually HIT something twice during the whole two inning game.  And the play structure where he can climb looks way more fun.

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