I know nothing about baseball. I didn't even think to have a mitt for Sawyer's first practice this year. So my poor kid is standing out there with the rest of his teammates, wearing a borrowed glove that's three sizes too big for him. Halfway through the practice, watching him play with all the athletic grace of his grandfather (eh-hem), I realized he was trying to throw the ball with the wrong arm and was batting from the wrong side of the tee. My son's a leftie — has been since his first experience picking up Cheerios as a baby. I had to special-order him a small right-hand glove from Ace. I also had to remind the coaches to line him up as a leftie at the tee until Sawyer got used to the feel of swinging. While he's not a superstar on the field (yet), he's really loving tee ball. However, I do have my suspicion that it's more about the outfit and all the gear than the game itself.
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