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.”

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