I've got a fever. The only cure...more T-Ball.

I don't get up early for anything short of opening day of dove season, french toast, or baseball. Dove season doesn't open until September. I can't have french toast. So baseball it is, or was...as it were.

Now, I got up at 7-ish, but Jake, he was so excited he got up at 6:45 to pee and read books. That's how he rolls baby. Big guy just couldn't wait to get goin'. There is nothing more contagious than enthusiasm, and his had everybody fired up for some t-ball.

When we got there, Jake strolled on into the dugout and found a spot on the bench and made himself at home. He was just an old pro. The crafty vet'ern, at home on any ball field. That's Jake. At the start of the game he even had the "prestigious" honor of playing pitcher first. He promptly made the first two or three plays of the game before being unceremoniously yanked to give someone else a shot at the ball. Being a firm believer in the old adage, "There's no "I" in team", Jake took the demotion with ease.

When he had his turns at bat it was same ol' Jake. Same big uppercut swing every time. Too cool. He ran the bases like his new cleats were on fire. He was rewarded for all his effort with a Gatorade, a bag of cookies, and breakfast with "O" after the game.

Jake, my big beautiful boy, I am so proud of you. You make my heart smile buddy.


P.S. The t-shirts and hats arrived after the first inning, you aren't seeing things.