by Martin Wiles @LinesFromGod
At every game, he armored up.
Our son and daughter-in-law’s middle child loves T-ball. When things changed where my wife and I had more free time in the evenings, we planned to attend his final few games of the season. We had seen pictures of him, but nothing suffices for in-person observations.
We eased into the parking lot and waited for our son and his family to arrive. When they did, our son opened the door and let our grandson out. Sure enough, he looked just as the pictures had portrayed: white pants, a blue team shirt, cleats, and a backpack full of accessories.