The weather outside is warm with the occasional chilly breeze. We consider that a perfect fall day around here. The grass on our back lawn is freshly planted and at last strong enough to play on.
“I want to be the pincher!” Matthew shouts, taking a baseball bat from the shed.
“You will need your glove to be the pitcher,” I tell him.
“No. I’m the pincher!“
“Do you mean Pinch hitter?”
“Yeah. The pincher!”
Matthew spends his afternoon outdoors playing sports. This requires a lot of pre-game streches, ‘instant replays’ , time outs to fix his shoe, and the final game scores in the high millions. His number one fan watched him from the side lines, laughing each time the wind tickled her face.
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