Baseball players learn the technique at a young age. When the ball is thrown at you, turn your other cheeks forward and take one for the team.

I wasn’t there when team manager, A.J. Jackson injured his ankle walking up a set of stairs in flip flops. But, I can say it wasn’t his fault for not moving fast enough when my son, Brandon ripped a foul ball down the third base line, hitting A.J.’s ankle in the same spot. Double-Ouch!

From time to time we’re called up to volunteer, in some capacity or another, by the club. Last weekend one of the moms from my son’s team was on field marshal duty (the task involves retrieving balls that make their way over the super high fence and into the woods, reporting scores, keeping the crowd under control - a topic for a future blog- and wearing a beautiful vest that is the mark of authority!!!). A ball took flight over the fence and landed in the pond next to the field… there was no stick long enough to retrieve the ball, so our brave and dedicated volunteer had no choice but to tough it out and make her way across the thin ice. Well… I think its obvious what happened.

The slam-dunk is a dream of every young basketball player. So the next time your toddler dunks his diaper in your garbage can, it may be a sign of his athletic future.

There’s almost nothing better than sitting at the ballpark for a wet, cold and windy baseball tournament. You know the kind, where the rain blows across the field sideways, the hot chocolate is cooled off by the time you walk back to the frozen metal bleachers, and you’re wearing so many layers that you look like a sumo wrestler!