A bruised reed He will not break, and smoking flax He will not quench…
Out on a walk, near the high school behind our apartment complex, I found these two baseballs on the walking track. Some industrious athlete hit them over the left field wall of the ball park there, and decided he didn’t need to shag balls. Their loss, my boys gain.
I put them to use teaching my boys to throw and catch. We haven’t started working on hitting yet, since we don’t have a bat. But as it warms us, and gets closer to baseball season, I think I will get one.