Magic shoes?

If you think my kids are the only ones playing ball this summer,

let me set the record straight.

Lee has been playing softball every summer for as long as I've known him.

This week he broke out a new pair of cleats.

If I believed in good luck charms, I might have thought he had scored the ultimate.

The other team quickly learned that if they hit the ball to third
they would get thrown out.

Every. Time.

I'm not saying he could leap tall buildings in a single bound with them

but he sure managed to hop over a line drive and hustle into third.

But those new cleats couldn't do a thing to help him out of this pickle.

We've been running too many separate directions
for me to be a good fan for him this year

but when I manage to get there, he always makes it worth my while.