As Andrew stepped to the plate, I said a simple prayer, "Please God, just let him get a hit"
Something went awry with that prayer.
I said get a hit, not take a hit...
And the tears fell, and the players took a knee, and Andrew sucked it up and went to first.
And my heart was so proud!!!
And afterwards we noticed just how hard of a hit he took.His arm is imprinted with the stitching of the baseball! All those perfect little red dots.
It hurt like hell but at least it looks cool.
seasons almost over, seasons almost over, seasons almost over..... I'll be fine ;)