Today, we attended our grandson’s T-Ball game. I was struck by several things during the mercifully short game. The coaches/assistants were profoundly patient and deserving of much praise….the kids had attention spans that flitted about toward everything save the game…my Grandson was a pretty good little athlete when he wasn’t exploring the dirt or a distant game or the clouds in the sky. Again, praise to the parents, coaches and assistants for herding cats through a T-Ball game.

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My grandson, in the middle, was happy with several hits and runs scored. The young man at the pitcher’s mound (L) found a pile of dirt to play in and kept his back to the batters. He didn’t notice the balls rolling by. While the young fellow with the Teddy Bear (R) decided he’d had enough and marched off the field with his Teddy.