John can hardly wait for summer baseball. With me working during the day this summer, we weren't sure it would happen. Juggle a schedule here, finesse some child care there, and it'll work in the end, but it'll take some sacrifices.
I was trying to make that clear to him on the drive to school today. It wasn't the best timing, but it was on my mind. So I blah-blahed for awhile about how he had to put a lot of effort into practice this year, because people were making sacrifices for him.
"Do you know what a sacrifice is?" I said. "Do you understand that?"
"Yeah," he said, very seriously. "A sacrifice is like when you have a guy on third and you're batting, and you bunt, so you get out, but you know you're going to get out, just so the guy on third can score."