Ian has been swinging a bat since he was little. I wish I had a scanner so I could scan in a picture of him in nothing but a diaper and a baseball hat, swinging a big yellow bat. His foot at the perfect twisting position. What a natural.
He hit a double a couple of games ago. His friend's dad is the coach, Marty Zappoli from New York, complete with accent and all. Somehow baseball is more fun wit a eastern accent around.
The coach gave him the signal to bunt. A couple of games ago the coach gave him the signal to bunt, and I think that's when he hit the double. When he got to third the coach said, "Ian, what does this mean?" "It means bunt." "What did you do?" "I swang away." No apology, no remorse. The coach busted up.
Even though this is the Majors, this coach still rotates the kids around to different positions. We don't win every game, but no one is stuck out in left field all the time and that is good. This is Ian's turn to be in the outfield, and he's moving to get the ball. It's really fun to watch the games now because the kids get it. Some of them are pretty good ball players, sliding into third, popping up and stealing home. Ian hasn't had the chance to slide yet. He's such a long lanky thing, I think he'd make the perfect first baseman (he's as tall as I am now). And nothing makes him look taller, and skinnnier than his baseball uniform. What a cutie.