He could go pro...
Childhood
I remember when Jack was first learning to play baseball. Okay, he was standing in the middle of the yard, oblivious to much past the fact we were outside. The mitt was practically the size of his head. Lisa told me that if I threw anything at him - even a piece of paper - she'd remove something no surgery could replace, so I let him toss the ball to me. That boy had all the enthusiasm, but no arm.
Not sure who had more fun that day, but it's a good memory. Haven't had many of those the last few years.
I remember when Jack was first learning to play baseball. Okay, he was standing in the middle of the yard, oblivious to much past the fact we were outside. The mitt was practically the size of his head. Lisa told me that if I threw anything at him - even a piece of paper - she'd remove something no surgery could replace, so I let him toss the ball to me. That boy had all the enthusiasm, but no arm.
Not sure who had more fun that day, but it's a good memory. Haven't had many of those the last few years.