Brady's team bettered their record to 10-3 tonight at the Sports Park, and although that is indeed Brady in the pic during a post-game visit to his pal Andrew's game, it's not what this entry about. This entry is about me being a total bone head.
See, before Brady's game began, Isaac noticed that no one was using the next field over, so he went to the car to get his bat and a ball. I watched him toss the ball into the air and whack it a few times, and then strolled over and offered to serve up some soft tosses.I hobbled off the field and toward my seat on the bleachers. Isaac was apologetic and I told him I was fine, even as shockwaves of pain shot up my leg. There's no bruise just yet, but I know it's coming. And I'm guessing it'll be pretty sore come good morning time tomorrow.
So what's the point of this long, meandering entry? I guess it's this: everyone does stupid things sometimes. For example, I should've known not to stand too close while throwing BP to my five-foot-eleven 13-year old son. The consequences of that dopey move are unpleasant, but like a child who touches a hot stove for the first time, I've gained valuable knowledge. And whenever I gain nuggets of wisdom (even nuggets I should've garnered years ago), it makes me wiser, which is always a blessing.
My advice? Take those lumps, learn from them, and do better next time.
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