Scout’s season came to an end.  Jim Z. (the assistant coach — mind you) couldn’t have been happier, whereas, Scout was bummed.  He loved TBall, and can’t wait to do it again next year.  Mother Tucker threw an awesome TBall party, where we honored some really enthusiastic and incredible coaches.  Meanwhile, Micah and I were entertained from some fellow fathers who were a little less than excited about “the actual game of baseball” which should be “an embarrassment to our country” -OR- how their kid just didn’t really have the passion for sports that their dear old dads do!
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Scout got to sign three coach’s balls.  Too bad for the late comers that he took about 1/4 of the ball with his handwriting!
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Icka was in heaven with messy pizza and Kate - her idol.
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The afternoon was finished off with a tunnel for the coaches.  I honestly think on eof Scout saddest parts about the end of the TBall Era is that he won’t run through a tunnel every Saturday.