Grandpa Keith would be Proud

#10.  That’s Keak.  #10 started the season out by striking out a good 85% of the time (maybe even a little more).  The great thing about this kid is that whether he hit one that barely made it to the pitcher or struck out – he was just happy to be in the game.  I love that.

Keaton has some great coaches.  Coaches that take time to explain, and to work on all the aspects of the game.  Keaton looks up to them and he is understanding the game.  It is fun to to watch not only Keaton, but all the boys actually playing baseball, making plays, hitting the cut-off man.  Nice job coaches!

Another thing we have been doing for the past couple of weeks is  hitting in the backyard.  I told him that if he hits it over the far wall of our yard I’ll give him $30.  I still have the $30, but Keaton’s swing is now leveling out, and he is hitting the ball hard.  It is so fun to see him getting it! 

Last week Keaton had a game on Friday night, then another on Saturday morning.  Friday night – first inning – 6th batter - #10 steps up to the plate.  His knees are bent, hands back by his ears, he even looks like a “hitter.”  First pitch he nails.  Goes over the infielders, gets by the outfields and rolls to the fence.  What that means in Rookie league – home run.  The smile on that kids face as he ran back to the dugout with his teammates cheering was priceless. 

Proud Dad.

Saturday morning.  5th inning – a few batters already been beaned by pitches - #10 steps up to the plate.  Knees bent, hands back by his ears, he still looks like a “hitter.”  First pitch – WAM – right smack in the ribs.  Kea gives a little grunt, looks over at me, drops his bat and runs to first.

Way prouder Dad.