Oh, my. Watching your son pitch is one heart-wrenching experience. Christopher had decided at the end of the summer, pitching might be ok. Last Saturday, Coach Swope called him in.
You could see the nervousness on his. The faces he would make when the pitch didn't go exactly the way he wanted it....they just made you want to go sweep him up and give him a hug.
He struck out two. I love that face. It's an ever so slight smirk and a quick fist pump. Love it. Of course, no pictures of that. Maybe that just a better memory in mind.
That first inning was one for the books. A batter did get on base. (We reminded him that if they're hitting it, it was probably a strike. Got to depend on your team.) That batter eventually stole all the way to third.
An awesome play at home.....he was OUT! A shutout inning for the Dodgers and for Christopher.
For mom, it was whew.
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