Day two of the boy's education in all things baseball. Or at least throwing and catching. He's getting a late start compared to me, but there are no comparisons, and it is never too late to start. If he got any of my athletic genes he should be fine, but it also takes a lot of work. It is second nature to me, but as I am known to say, I was literally born on a softball diamond. We tried t-ball at an early age but he wasn't interested. Maybe now it'll take. We'll see...nothing much that I can do other than to just suggest that we go out and "have a catch."
No, don't make me watch "Field of Dreams" again. There's no crying in baseball...
