Batting Practice

Another visit from my grandson, another session of batting practice in the backyard. “Grandpa, let’s play baseball,” followed by a poke in the stomach with a wiffle-ball bat. Charming child. Again, I can’t get over how different Leo is to his mom at the same age. With four-year old Clare, the higher the pitch the better, which explains why a parent in college offered to buy her a ladder for when she hit. With her four-year old son, nothing above the belt, please. The lower the pitch, the more contact he makes. The one thing son and mother have in common is the ability to pull inside pitches. The boy is half-Yogi Berra, half-Paul Konerko. Leo put a whole bunch of balls into the yard next door. He’s going to start t-ball in the spring. That should be interesting.