If you keep up with just a few of the postings about our little fireplug, you may have noticed that we have been in a bit of spring training. Why?
Baseball season is about to start.
For Malcolm, that means the Challenger League that for years has been running at Southwest Forsyth Little League with the tireless efforts of great people with big hearts and infinite patience.
For me, it allows a dad to share his favorite game with his boy.
And an excuse to go shopping for equipment.
Malcolm’s glove from the last two years has taken a little bit of a beating and to tell you the truth, he has grown some – finally. At last weigh-in, he was a little over 70 pounds of pure muscle driven by a love to play.
If you do not know about the Challenger League, kids of all ages who have developmental and physical delays come together to play baseball and they are assisted on the field by typical developing kids who run with them, field with them, and simply guide them through the process.
Everyone gets to hit at least twice.
There is no losing team. Just winners.
Malcolm goes to run, drink water, and talk to the ladies. And wear red.
Yep, that’s his batting helmet. Sometimes he wears it at home when he plays on the Wii. Or sleeps. Or just hangs out. Sometimes he makes me wear it.
But since seeing his favorite baseball and softball teams at West Forsyth already take the field, we needed to go ahead and get that new glove.
Malcolm picked it out himself. Rawlings of course.
And it is RED!
Like the hair. Like the fire in his belly. Like the flames that burn the field when he runs after a hit like this:
At least until he sees a lady he wants to say “Hello” to.
Boy has priorities.
By the way, #7 is also the number of Mickey Mantle, one of the greatest switch-hitters to ever live. But more importantly, we went and got ice-cream afterwards.
Only one hand is needed for eating a cone. Glove was on the other.