Baseball DIY

Last night I grabbed a bat (wooden, of course) and a bag of balls. I walked down to the Little League field a few minutes from my house. Playing on Little League fields makes me feel like a Brobdingnagian. For the next half-hour or so, I just tossed and swatted to my heart's content. With no one else watching, I tried hitting with the wrong end of the bat and failed miserably. But it didn't matter. It was just me and the game, and we both already knew that I wasn't Babe Ruth.

That didn't stop me from calling my shot a few times, though.