One of the kids that lives next to the Gormans is an absolute baseball nut, and he seems to have a 'sandlot' game in his yard every day. As you can see he has his own home plate but for 1st, 2nd & 3rd he makes due with chalk facsimiles on the sidewalk and driveway. After breaking 1 too many windows in the past, they now use wiffle balls.
Being a very friendly kid, he invited Michael & Alex to join in their games, and our boys accepted. For Alex they did a 'soft toss' (just throw it up next to him) and gave him unlimited strikes; when he was struggling they would conspire to commit errors so he could get to base. They were going to do 'soft toss' for Michael also, but I would have none of that, and made them pitch it to him. To their surprise, he was able to hit pretty much every ball that was thrown at him. They all went towards first base of course, and under house rules most were declared 'foul balls.' Joe was incredibly impressed with Michael's eye hand coordination, because, like I said, he hit them all (foul after foul).
It was the type of experience that populates Norman Rockwell paintings, and it has made our boys lives richer.
RAP
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