T-Ball

Nick had his first t-ball game this weekend. Too bad the first t-ball game was on an insanely cold day in May! We sat in our folding chairs, shivered, and cheered for the Mets! Nick is number 11, so we all held up our two index fingers to show him we were rooting for him. Nick got to third base and was absolutely shivering. I tried to give him some hot tea, but no go. “I want to go home.” Uh, no kid. That’s not how it works.

The second time he got a hit, I saw him dancing on 2^nd base. Was he doing the baseball crotch grab? Nope. He made it to third and I told him “as soon as you get to home, I’ll get you to the bathroom”. Not sure who was colder, Nick or Pop-Pop.