Hey, Batter, Batter, Batter
Our youngest loves baseball.
A lot.
We’re not sure from where he got this obsession; we’ve taken the boys to a couple of Timber Rattler (farm club) games, but that’s about it. So we don’t know what piqued his interest so much in the Great American Pasttime. He especially loves to hit. He’ll get out the home plate, my glove, the ball and bat, and ask to play baseball. The fact he is two and can’t really hit yet doesn’t deter him one bit. He steps up to the plate with the widest stance he can muster, knocks the plate with his bat, and takes a couple of practice swings. I do my best to throw the ball directly to the bat on the random chance he won’t move and I’ll make contact. When I do, I cheer for him like he’s knocked it out of the park.
Yup, he loves baseball.
To really get the full effect, he wants to put on his Packers jersey. We’ve tried explaining that the Packers are a football team, but to him its a baseball jersey no matter what we say.
So Mom decided to buy him an actual baseball jersey. She went to the Timber Rattlers’ and Brewers’ websites to see if they had any in his size. After searching there and elsewhere online to no avail, she decided to run over to Scheels All Sports and see if they had any.
Whimsically, she said, “If we were going to raise you right, we’d get you a Cubs jersey.”
His small voice piped up in response. “You gotta be kidding me, Ma-mum.”
He got a Brewers jersey.