I took Jackson to the park on Sunday to work on his pitching form. Once he started throwing with his whole body, the balls were coming in accurately and not exactly slow. I use a wooden bat for two reasons: I like the traditional feel and sound, and I don’t want to kill the poor boy with a ball I hit.
Well, I never thought it would happen but I broke my bat. The evidence is below and here. I’ll go bat shopping soon. There are worse things, right?
