Then all the kids took turns assaulting a defenseless duck. I really started to think the duck needed a bodyguard. I had to wonder about the parents who looked on as their kids yanked a ducks tail, etc. I had to laugh to myself as I had a real conversation that went something like "Tyler, I don't care what the other kids are doing, but you don't touch a duck unless you are giving it a hi-five". Anyway, I was looking over this pictures and had to wonder why in the world they had a mascot with a "fuckshot" jersey. To be honest, I had to look over the rest of the pictures to determine that it does in fact say "buckshot". Not sure that makes any more sense. LOL.
From there they paraded up the street in grand fashion. I managed to see him off and then run up to our house (1 street parallel to the parade route) and trade places with my dad. My dad got to go view the parade pass by, which Tyler found to be spectacular, while I woke Jason up and got him ready to catch up to the group.
The parade ended up at the school field where the teams all gathered back together. Each team was called and got a chance to run the bases while they announced each team member's name. For the record, Tyler thought it was very funny that they pronounced his last name incorrectly.
After the ceremony it was time for the festivities. Tyler was very busy playing with his friends with the various activities (moon bounce, inflatable slide, face painting, and balloon animals) while I followed a wandering Jason.
After we got home Tyler had to try on the full gear and practice. My dad actually later took him back out and he does do a little better with the correct motivation and instruction. Apparently me attempting to pitch to him and consequently hitting him in the face with the ball is not helpful.
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