Ty’s last T-ball game was Monday night. And it wasn’t just his last game of the season. It was his last T-ball game ever. Sniff. Sniff.
He’ll be moving up to the pitching machine league next year. I think he’s ready for it. I know his daddy is. They are starting to get bored with T-ball. No rules, no outs, no score, nobody wins. It’s basically babysitting on a baseball diamond.
Ty looked so big out on the field this year. I think it was because he was one of the oldest players. He seven years old now, and some of the other boys are only four. I could definitely tell a big difference between the way Ty played this year and the way he played last year. He paid more attention to the game, and as the season moved on he seemed to be more excited about playing and playing well.
He forgot to bring his cleats, so he had to play his last game in his Crocs. After running after a ball one time, he came over to the fence and told me he almost had a “flat.” I think that means he almost lost his shoe.
I’m not gonna lie. The boys definitely cared more about getting drinks and snacks after the game than about actually playing the game.
Ty’s last at bat…
More like a last-at-BUNT! He just got a piece of it.