I vividly remember the day he was born.
I also vividly remember when Andy turned three.
I bought him a tee-ball gizmo.
Of course, we had to take it out in the yard for him to hit a few balls.
Well, the very first one was definitely a home run!!!!!
Somebody was standing about where a pitcher would stand
and nearly got his head taken off.
No, this picture is not blurry - it's poetry in motion.
It's Andy hitting a line drive.
He is still playing softball - in one or two leagues.
And he's still good.
Happy birthday, Andy!