Watching Baseball
I’ll admit, it’s more than a bit painful right now. Or, in Tad’s words, “Why can’t we win???”
Two funny things that were heard during last night’s game:
Rerun: (sees a ballgirl on screen) “I found Auntie!” I really can’t blame him – she was a ballgirl for most of his life (four years out of the six that he’s been alive).
Tad: “Mom! He hit a home run! But he missed. So he’s out.” A deep pop fly never sounded so interesting before. Maybe we all should start calling them “missed home runs.”