Wiffleball in the cul-de-sac

[rdansky]

After spending an hour chasing after my nephew's line drives as they bounced merrily into the recesses of various neighbors' yards, I now have a much greater appreciation for all the time my father spent playing catch with me when I was a kid.

Also, if we ever get the the kid's swing leveled out a bit, he's going to be a monster. He already hits curveballs.