One Strike and He's Out

With t-ball in full "swing" this summer, there has been a lot of baseball practice taking place in our backyard.  Nearly every afternoon or evening, Joel is outside pitching balls to the boys as I watch from my nearly constant nursing vigil by my bedroom window.

And I know that baseball is "America's Game", and I know that there's "no crying in baseball", but I think a different adage fits best today.

It's all fun and games until someone gets hurt.

...Or until someone takes a metal baseball bat to the side of the head.

You're out, Graham.