Yeah I know, the helmet. It's an 8-year-old's!
The details include this:
What happened was an (of course, self-proclaimed) awesome hit straight to the "pitcher," who wasn't supposed to be making plays.
It was the 8 year old nephew's baseball team against their moms, one sister (Em), and an aunt (me), and the coach was running the pitching machine. But that's ok because I got a hit every other time at bat, scored, and only got that one out.
However, a very terrible play that was luckily not caught on video was the fly ball that I had like 30 seconds to get in position for, and I still missed it.
Jenny about to score.
Jackson on third hoping to get his mom out.
Emily hitting another one.
And that is why I run. At least the toddler seems to have gotten his dad's coordination and not mine.
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