Hawthorne's favorite season is spring. He doesn't really care about the return of the birds and flowers and warm weather. Baseball is what he's pumped about. He L-O-V-E-S, loves going to the Seminole baseball games with his dad, and now that his own baseball season has started, it's all we can do to get him to stop miming pitches to sit down to dinner. The boy has passion.
His team on the other hand, doesn't have near the passion necessary to actually be good at the game. The silver lining of this is that Hawthorne gets to be the star. He has made some pretty outs from the infield, and his pitching was objectively impressive last week for his first time on the mound. His joy on the diamond fills me with joy—and pride, but of course his time on the mound fills me with fear. He is so much calmer than I am when he's out there. I pace and pray to the baseball spirits that he doesn't get hit and doesn't screw up and get upset. So far, so good.
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| First at bat of the season, on his way to 3rd. |
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First night on the mound. Walked three, struck out three. I still think the ump was calling that strike zone damn close!
Expert commentary from his dad: "He showed great poise and composure in overcoming shoddy defense behind him and an umpire that appeared to have vision problems." |
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| Making an out at 3rd base. |
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