The first couple of games were spent mostly in center field waiting for a fly ball...or any ball to come his way.
The last few games he was asked to be catcher, or rather volunteered. Did I mention he has no fear? He is the littlest on the team, but was ready to take on a big job. He looks so cute drowning in the catchers outfit. As nervous as I am watching, it makes me smile watching him have fun.
Speaking of FUN, I saw this poem the other day and wanted to write it down so I will remember what it is all about (Okay really I wish I could give this to a few parents who I want to strangle at the games).
HE'S JUST A LITTLE BOY
He stands at the plate with his heart pounding fast;
The bases are loaded; the die has been cast,
Mom and Dad cannot help him; he stands all alone.
A hit at this moment would send the team home.
The ball nears the plate; he swings and he misses;
There's a groan from the crowd; with some boos and some hisses.
A thoughtless voice cries, "Strike out the bum!"
Tears fill his eyes; the game's no longer fun.
Remember-He's just a boy who stands all alone.
So open your heart and give him a break,
For it's moments like this a man you can make.
Keep this in mind when you hear someone forget.
He's just a little boy, not a man yet.
1 comment:
Wow, one season to the next with no rest at all. Go, Dennings Go!!!
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