We are on a break

The Boy played his last T-Ball game last night.

I shouldn't even call it T-Ball, because half way through the season my brother, who assisted MFH with coaching, started pitching to the kids. Once they got a taste of that, there was no going back to hitting the ball off the tee.

The Boy is all about the uniforms and gear that athletes wear, yet I was unable to get him into a pair of baseball pants. I found that odd. He couldn't explain it, he just refused to wear them. Maybe because they are an odd blend of polyester, in which case I say he has excellent taste.

Anyway, baseball is over.

As gas quickly approaches $4.00 a gallon, we welcome this reprieve from running The Boy to sporting events two or three times a week.