Strike Three?

Grandson Merrick had a rough night at the plate. With a full count on him (3 balls and 2 strikes), he took this pitch and the umpire yelled..."Strike three!" In real time I thought it was chest high, but in the picture it is probably at his neck.

As if his troubles weren't enough, in the middle innings our team had a 9-1 lead. The score at the end of the game? We lost 10-9.

In birthday news, happy birthday to our middle child Karen, who turns 42 today. Happy birthday Sunshine. Love you.