Batting Cage

When John texted me to ask, “Can you take me to the cage, Mom? I need to forget practice yesterday.”, we went to the batting cage, headache be damned. It was a good practice for him. Headache or not, the “Marucci ting” is one of my favorite sounds, and he only tried to kill me twice by hitting the ball straight back at me. We do a lot for our baseball boys…

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