Yesterday afternoon Junior got to pitch for the first time on his Little League Baseball team. Normally he plays 3rd base, but due to a couple kids being sick got his chance. He was wild as the first two innings, but settled down after that and actually listened to his coach and I, and stopped trying to throw so hard. He found out that varying the speed of his pitches was more effective. Heh, he even threw a couple knuckleballs that my granddad showed him, wish he could have been there. We won the game 10-6, and had a great time. Hotdogs, curly fries, ice cream for dinner. Now that's baseball.