Last inning, down by one point, two outs and two boys on base…

“D.S (my son) is up to bat.”

Heart attack.
Stomach ache.
Pitcher throws.
D.S misses.
Cheering gets louder!
Pitcher throws.
D.S. misses.
The crowd is on their feet.
I am hiding my eyes.
Pitcher throws.
D.S. hits the ball.
The crowd goes wild!
D.S. runs as fast as his little legs will take him but gets tagged at first base.
Game over.
D.S., “What’s for dinner?”

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