The BIG GAME

Today was Isaac's last baseball class. They end on a bang -- the entire time was devoted to actually playing a game, kids versus dads. The dads were HOrrible, if you can imagine. So many dads stopped just short of bases as they ran, or let a hit ball slip just past their gloves. I mean, was there booze in their Gatorade? The Red Sox stomped them quite royally.

It was all very surprising because the dads seemed to have their faculties together before the game, when the field was filled with pairs just like this:



Isaac did well with catching practice when it was just he and Daddy, mano a mano. It did not hold his interest, however, when it became part of the game. He was pretty stoked, however, about hitting. He and his teammates each got two turns at bat, and the coaches let them nail the tee, over and over, until they finally got a solid piece of ball. Isaac really whacked it on his second at-bat.



He also enjoyed running the bases, especially since he utilized his own personal base coach.





Jacob amused himself with those time-honored game traditions of drinking your sibling's anti-dehydrating fluids...



...and climbing the bleachers.



At the end, Isaac got a certificate for participating, signed by Coaches Randy, Brent, and Anthony.



Yay, baseball! We shall not forget thee. In fact, we shall practice what we've learned over the summer, and try to catch a minor league baseball game or two.