Queen Sarah's Gentle Tirades
Sunday, August 17, 2008
My Son, the Pirate
After the hootenanny, I went to my son's game. He plays in an adult recreational softball league, and he is on the Pirates team.
He got a base hit.
He scored.
Usually, he is playing right field, but today he was catcher.
And thrower.
He is on the right team, because in real life, he is a professional pirate.
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