What a great (and long) day! We left the house for a 1:30 Braves game at 10:40 and got home around 6:40. We basically did everything you can at the game. Toon town apparently isn’t around anymore (it was replaced by a Taco Mac) so that was a no go. We did speed pitching, hitting, and running the bases. Oh, lots of junk food too. We started at the speed pitching. Henry didn’t register on the radar gun, but his form was top notch. Oscar was in the high 30s-low 40s and Michael topped out at 49. Of course, he said he wasn’t loose or he would have been throwing much harder. Excuses, excuses! We moved on to hitting and Michael thought he was too cool to hit Wiffle balls, but he should have watched Oscar. He was stroking the ball right up the middle. Not bad for a guy that hasn’t played baseball in two years. Henry had the crowd cheering for him. He was so serious! After hitting, we made it out to left field for BP. Michael made me, and everyo
Four crazy kids and a crazy dad constantly on the run