Hot Wheelz flew back to Utah yesterday, after a four hour delay at the Long Beach airport. We all know there is nothing more exciting than waiting for your plane to board.
But today, to a packed crowd (of twenty-five fans), he played in the last game of his Salt Lake community baseball season. “Was one of those fans Tux?” I asked. Tux was his cat that was forced to watch a game earlier in the season after he sneaked into the camper of Hot Wheelz’ truck.
“No,” he laughed, “but one of my teammates said we would have won sooner, if Tux had come. We beat the other team 7 to 3 in the 11th inning. I got an RBI in the 11th inning, and in the bottom of the inning, I caught the final out.”
Good job for a son who after a birthday last week is a whole year older this game than the last game he played in. And good luck in the finals!
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For it’s one, two, three strikes they (the other team) were out. Yes, yes, good luck in the finals.