G, Where art thou?

T-Ball has been a little disappointing since I last wrote. G has only been at one of the three or four games since then. Unfortunately, I was not in a good position to hear much of his conversation. He did pull one classic play that will live in my memory for a long time. G was playing in right field and another boy was in left field. Most of the kids can't hit very far so they weren't playing very deep. A ball was hit to the left fielder and he chased it down. Just as he was getting ready to throw it in, he was blindsided. G had gotten a head of steam going and just waylaid the kid. I am not sure he was even trying to get the ball. This hit rivaled anything you might see on a Saturday or Sunday afternoon watching football. It was the first time I've ever seen a coach eject his own team member to the dugout in the middle of an inning.