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we played our friends son's team tonight for first place.

we cheered ari on when he hit.

whooped and hollered for him when he made a catch.

felt his heart ache on an out.

that's what it is all about at this level of baseball.

the coaches get it.

the parents get it.

that and they all look so cute in those darn pants and caps.

pickle's team won though.

someone had to.

they will still play together tomorrow...

in the carpool on the way to school,

all weekend in the hood,

next week and the weeks to follow.

that's what it is all about at this age.

day to day.

enjoying your people.

having fun.