Today you had your first tee ball game. When we put your jersey in at home it went down to your knees. Sorry no pic, it was just too ridiculous. Mom tucked your shirt in and your eight on the back became a zero. 
We arrived at the field, and you and dad did some infield work. Your team took the field first and you played third base. Dad stood out there with you and helped you learn the position. 
After the other team hit through their lineup, it was your team’s turn to bat. It started off fine, but after about the third or fourth batter, you were getting a little upset that it wasn’t your turn to bat. You threw, no pun intended a bit of a hissy fit. Immediately I wanted to recite Jimmy Dogan’s monologue from A League of Their Own. “There’s no crying in baseball…” 

You started to calm down and it was your turn to hit. You were at the very bottom of the lineup. I guess the scouts weren’t too impressed with you during Thursday’s practice. Your first hit was a bit of a foul ball. 

After Coach Dustin gave you some pointers, you hit a grounder down the third baseline.