On Saturday, when I was home with my puke-fest, William took R + C to the varsity baseball game at Bozeman. It was a cold and windy day so C took R to the car to stay warm. A bit later, Coach came to W and asked for C to "suit up". What? He didn't even have the right shoes. He borrowed everything from another player. Coach went to another team to find a left-handed glove. The only problem was that C's hands and feet are much larger than the guys he borrowed from. He said it was like wearing one of the girl's gloves.

He came in to pitch the 5th inning after the pitcher before him had hit two players, both on base and no outs. He struck out the first guy. Didn't give up any hits and was credited with being the winning pitcher. He even made the paper.

I'd show you a picture, but unfortunately no one took any of my boy. That's why mom's are supposed to be at games.

Go Bay!

Peace out!