It's the end of the little league season. I love watching my littlest brother up at bat.
Even if he hasn't gotten a hit this season. But he's good at stealing those bases!
He's more interesting to watch play ball than his older brother.
Well, he was fun to watch too. It's just that it wasn't because of how into the game he was. He had much more fun talking to the bees on the clover and looking for birds in the sky. He often didn't know when a ball was headed his way. If you ask me, that's pretty funny to watch.
In other words, I love baseball and I love my brothers, no matter what their idea of playing ball actually means.
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