His mom took him to sign up to be a part of the local summer league a few months back and while they were there, his little brother was asked if he would like to play as well. So,
Numbers 2 and 6 wore the same last name on the team roster! Easton quickly became a Boy of Summer as well!
The T-ball team became a force to be reckoned with. There were hits.
And there were runs. There was cheering from the sidelines. There was encouragement and excitement.
Then, the next man strode to the plate and it started all over again!
I think the learning curve was a big one but the fun times were always at ready.
Each had hopes that the ball would come to him so he could scoop it up and fire it over to first to stop the runner.
Hitting the ball and running the bases as well as stopping the ball and throwing it to team-mates was great fun and all a part of the fierce competition.
Yet, it seemed like the most fun part of the game had to be when the team lined up and slapped hands to say, "Good game!" to the opposing team.
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