It's baseball time again, except this time the ball isn't resting oddly on a plastic contraption-- it's being THROWN AT Connor. (A girl from last year's T-ball team said "Oh, no-- I'm not playing next year if they're going to be THROWING THINGS at me.)
Connor is getting pretty good-- a couple of hits, and some good fielding at shortstop. I don't think baseball will replace basketball as his favorite sport, but if he happens to get good and make me rich as a baseball player, I'm all for it.
School Stories: Missing Class
5 years ago
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