| An epic battle on the far field in Bethel last night |
| Too many walks, missed opportunities, offset by gutsty, inspiring performances. |
| Tournament championship game; we're tied at the end of 5. |
| Top of the inning, our shortstop,
the rock, and rock star of the team, makes a rare and unfortunate error. |
| Don't worry, kid, we've all been there. |
| We are down by 1. |
| Bottom of the last inning, our lead off batter is out. Our shortstop is up next. |
| Baseball is a game of redemption. Unfortunately, it is also a humbling game. |
| Our shortstop flies out. |
| Down to our last out, our 3 hitter hits a routine ground ball to the second baseman. |
| He bobbles it; our guy is safe at first! Second baseman kicks the dirt in despair. |
| Don't worry, kid, we've all been there. |
| My Grandson comes to the plate. I have hopes and dreams. I have fear and trepidation. |
| Balls, strikes, fouls; the count is full as he takes a borderline pitch, just a little outside. |
| I can't look. |
| I can't not look. |
| Down to our last strike, Miles drive the ball to his favorite part of the field; right center |
| It splits the defenders, rolls to the fence; the game is tied! |
| Standing on second, Miles is roaring! |
| I am roaring! His joy is my joy. |
| Enjoy the moment son; I have never been there. |
| Moments later, his Brutha from anotha Mutha drives him in with the winning run. |
| Smiling faces? How 'bout beaming faces! Beaming with joy. Beaming with Pride. |
| Quite a night on that far field in Bethel last night. |
