Here we go again, my throat tightens, my hearts racing, and number 7 is up to bat like a true professional now. Knees bent, butt out, arms up and the bat ready and willing to swing at the next pitch down the middle. Swing it does and right down third base line, Andrew just hit a double. He hesitates running out of the batters box, I don't know why he always does this. But that would've easily been a triple if he flew out of the box and not have given it a second thought. For some reason watching Andrew run is like waiting for a pot of water to boil. It's like slow motion at the end of a good movie, when you know the star of the movie is going to win the race, but they have to, just have too add the music...dundun dundun duuuunnnnn. Hilarious but true. Henry and I look at each other. "We're going to have to work on his running." We say simultaneously.

He reaches second.....finally. Next batter is up and hits it straight to the second baseman. Andrew runs to third, batter out at first. Woohoo Andrew! He made it to third and the dug-out is chanting his name. Way to go Andrew! Let's go Drew! My heart is elated. Next's wild, Andrew steals home..dundun, SAFE! Ahhhhh...Andrew just stole home, Andrew just stole home. There's now way my number 7 stole home. Pfft, of course there's a way, he's my number 7. (Biased, no not at all).  The smile he has, the one that reaches from ear to ear with no teeth showing, makes my heart skip a beat when he's walking into the dug-out and all of his teams mates are patting his helmet and smacking his bum. A sign of true affection right there.

I never got the whole, smacking on the bum thing. It must be a mans' thing. Cause I don't go up to my female friends and say, "Hey, good job on that A you got in Bio yesterday." (Smack on the ass, while saying so). And was it just me, or did anyone else think that baseball players wore butt pads?!?! Because when I was growing up, watching the Yankees play with my dad, I'd wait for Derek Jeter to step up to the plate, watch him get in his stance and stick out his bum. And BAM there it is, the butt that I thought wore butt pads.  I was pleasantly surprised when I found out they didn't wear butt pads, cause that meant that his bum was all REAL.

In any case, back to Andrew. he walked the next time he was up at bat. Number 7 has a pretty good eye, or I like to think it's that and not nerves. Then he made a sacrifice out and moved the runners on third and second, to home and third. The green team ultimately won their second game 13-2! We run ruled the black team in the 4th inning. Another great, and freezing, night at Boyd Field.

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