The triplets and I were watching baseball the other day. It was a Phillies-Nationals game. I’m a big Nationals fan. It’s a long story for another time, but there you have it. The pitcher was shaking off one pitch request from the catcher after another. One of the announcers discussed the finer skills of hitting and pitching: To succeed, the hitter pretty much has to guess correctly at what pitch the pitcher will throw and where. Meanwhile, the pitcher is trying to make a combination of his best pitch to the hitter’s weakest area of the strike zone, all while mixing it up enough that the hitter doesn’t see it coming. As I sat there shaking off requests from my kids – no, we aren’t going outside; we are watching baseball – I got to thinking. Because just about the time I think I’ve figured these kids out well enough to strike through 3 hours while avoiding a grand tantrum the wind shifts towards the outfield. Suddenly, what wou...
We tried for one, and we ended up with a bushel of fun.