Well this week I've been fairly ill with the flu. However that doesn't keep the Little Boy from wanting to go in the backyard and throw the old horsehide around. Okay, horsehide... how about the old baseball sized Super Soft ball around. After all he is is Five and a regular baseball is just a little too hard. We spend about an hour this evening playing catch. Well, I would throw the ball in to his glove, and he would throw the ball in ways in which defys physics and every once in a while I'd actually catch one.

I've been trying to teach the Boy proper techique with his catching and throwing. However a five years old doesn't really care about technique, but what is fun. So twisting around and throwing the ball in a very spastic manner, is the funniest way to do it. However it scare the heck out of me to be ten feet away when he is doing this. He has this wierd Randy Johnson side arm throw that when he can control it, is pretty good, however most the time, even the dog ducks when he throws it. Of all the summers of playing ball with my Brothers and Sister, I never felt the need for a cup, as much as I do when playing catch with the Little Boy.  Next week we will work on batting.