|"Little Man" is always ready.|
After several practices, Coach caught wind that Wyatt was only seven, and nick-named him "Little Man". While his strength wasn't that of his older teammates, he always hustled and listened intently, gaining more with each practice.
Last night the Astros had their season opener. Everyone had first game jitters, and the competition was tough. Wyatt sat the bench for the first inning, while he watched his brother run in a nice base hit. The game went on, and Wyatt was placed in center field. He saw little action, but remained alert. The game was close- too close. With bases loaded and two outs, we heard the loud crack! of the bat. It was an incredible hit, and time stood still as we watched it rocket towards center field where the Astros' "Little Man" raised his glove... Then... "Little Man got it!! Little Man got it!!" The shouts from the coach brought cheers from the parents as the outfield ran in high-fiving their "Little Man". During the commotion, I caught William's eye. For a fleeting second it was there-- the look of pride that said, that's MY Bubba.