Sawyer has fallen in love with baseball this year.
I couldn’t be happier. Not that it’s about me. But he now wants to sit on the couch with me and watch the games on TV. He asks to play catch. He’s excited to go to practice and his games.
Tuesday he got his first chance to pitch. I warmed him up behind the dugout, reminded him to get his arm back and his foot coming forward and to imagine my glove was the TV with Call of Duty on it so he’d keep his eye on it the entire time.
And then he went onto the field and stood on the mound by himself and I quietly had a heart attack because he looked so little out there and I wanted him to do well so he’d feel good about himself and gain some confidence.
He did pretty well, considering how nervous I know he was. He even struck out the last guy.
We were so proud of him. HE was so proud of him.
Even though I aged in dog years watching it.
Here’s a VERY short highlight. It was a strike.