Baseball season is here, and although Dyl is more than ready for coach-pitch, he is stuck playing another year of T-Ball, due to his age. I have noticed some differences in the Boys approach to playing sports. They are both natural athletes, and while Dawson is liberal with his high-fives, and encourages everyone on both teams with a smile and a "Great Job", if you turn your back to Dylan, he'll rip out your liver, and spit in the wound. Obviously from the Broadbent side.
Dyl is loving baseball, and got a new mitt this year. I am not completely certain, but it seems to have increased his compulsion to slide for every ball. I don't believe he has picked up a grounder, that he hasn't first tackled, which is okay, because a lot of the younger kids are still learning that you run, after hitting the ball.
The delay between, 'I hit the ball. Now what?' Has given Dyl ample time to dive on the ball, pick it up with his mitt, drop it, kick it, somersault over it, snap to his feet, toss it in the air, look over at me, pull a face, jazz hands, and finally a throw to first base. If anyone needs a better visual, ask Dave for an impersonation, he nailed it tonight in the living room.
Dyl is loving baseball, and got a new mitt this year. I am not completely certain, but it seems to have increased his compulsion to slide for every ball. I don't believe he has picked up a grounder, that he hasn't first tackled, which is okay, because a lot of the younger kids are still learning that you run, after hitting the ball.
The delay between, 'I hit the ball. Now what?' Has given Dyl ample time to dive on the ball, pick it up with his mitt, drop it, kick it, somersault over it, snap to his feet, toss it in the air, look over at me, pull a face, jazz hands, and finally a throw to first base. If anyone needs a better visual, ask Dave for an impersonation, he nailed it tonight in the living room.
It looks like he is socking this kid in the face, but it is actually just a throw to 1st.
The wind up is ferocious.
It's her own fault for crowding the plate.
Clearly he gets his flexibility from his Mother.
Happy Spectators!
Of course, we only get to play if the snow has melted by the afternoon. I hate this climate.
Take a picture of me.
Me too!
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