Fall Classic 2011: Backyard Edition

You hear parents say that they just want their kids to be happy and do what they want to do. I absolutely subscribe to that notion and wouldn't dream of forcing my choices onto him. But here's the thing ... Jefferson's natural talent at baseball is sort of mindblowing.












He can throw strikes. Honest to goodness, right in the pocket of your glove strikes.












He fears not the grass stains.












When he was about 3 we started trying to play baseball, but the whole enterprise was governed by chaos theory. Too many projectiles made contact with body parts and someone always ended up injured or crying. Once he figured out the key to hitting the ball was watching it, everything changed.









He watches the ball until it makes contact with the bat ...









... every single time.












I really don't care what he decides to be. Auto mechanic, dentist, superstar baseball player ... these all offer personal fulfillment for him and awesome side benefits for mom and dad. I suppose I'd even be happy with chimpanzee impersonator.