Sure, the practice schedule is brutal and we miss Keith during the week, but watching this sweet boy run around the field and want to be just like his daddy definitely makes it all worth it.
Cheers to the sound of bats cracking, the smell of hotdogs on the grill, the warmth of the sun in the stands, and the sight of dirty, red clay footprints on my carpet from not one, but both of my baseball boys...
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