Warning: Treacly Grandkid stuff to follow.
My twelve year old grandson has done quite well this season in the Little League Baseball. He made it to the All Star Team and worked very hard to move up to second baseman. Two days before the All Star Playoffs, he took a hit across the bridge of his nose by a low hit ball. It slightly dislocated his nose, and opened a cut where it hit. For a few moments, he was stunned. The parents rushed to him and were impressed that he didn't cry. He's like that.
The next day, at the urgent care facility, the doctor suggested that he not play. He cried. He's like that.
Saturday, we watched him play in the tournament.
This is a boy that Hemingway would be proud to have for a son. I know this Poppa is proud to have him for a grandson.
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