Now that central PA has finally thawed, our Saturdays are back to the all day sports-and-suckers fest we're used to.
All of Malcolm's off-season "tackle-wrestle" training in the basement has come in handy. Not a bit afraid of getting a little physical:
Suckers at half-time are now wholly expected.
Noah's still batting 1.000 in the coach pitch league.
(At this level, half the battle is beating your fellow in-fielders)
(obviously, Calvin has something to say...)
And here's what the field looks like at 9:30pm: