T-Ball Practice . . . Team of the Century

Ah, t-ball . . . It's an experience. That much is for certain. Most of the kids are really trying and doing pretty well . . . and then there's the four year olds. Their attention span is approximately 2.5 milliseconds which leads to lots of, "pay attention" and "run, run, run . . . why are you running that way?". Definitely never a dull moment.

There is no "I" in team. Too bad no one told Mr. I Need An Attitude Adjustment.

Yep, we practice throwing with our helmet on. Not because we need the helmet, but mostly because we refused to remove it.

I'm about to have a colossal melt down because the sun is in my eyes.

This will fix the problem. Where am I?

It's dark in here . . . I can't see a thing.

There is, however, smiling in baseball.

All I have to do is make contact with the ball . . . not someone else's head. It's harder than it looks.

I need my binoculars to see from way out here on second base . . . run? Who said anything about running? I'm busy.

And that folks is just a little bit of the t-ball experience . . . like I said never a dull moment.