Bring it On, Old Lady

We had a late lunch with our friend A this afternoon and after the grown-ups talked for a while, we went outside to play a little backyard baseball. A is hoping to persuade JT to be a Mets fan and he is a very patient hitting coach. While A showed JT how to stand and hold his bat and the boy practiced his swing, we all talked and laughed. Then we played --- each of us taking turns at bat and in the field. JT had the good sense to blame his poor hits on the pitcher, Mama managed to hit the ball a few times, and A, who can both hit and pitch, never complained about the lack of McMillen prowess.

JT may not always hit the ball, but he certainly knows how to talk some smack calling, "bring it on old lady" when I got ready to pitch him the ball. So it would seem he's ready for the big leagues.