That's what they pay me for

Yes, this is another baseball story. Can't be helped, that's our life these days. A couple of weeks ago Jamie's team was playing. We were playing a team that doesn't hit it particularly hard, but makes a lot of contact so I was loading up the infield a little. Connor didn't know it, of course, but for the first time I put Jamie, who is very reliable now, at third base. As it happened the other team had runners at second and third and one out, so it looked like it might turn into a pretty big inning for them. The batter then popped one up to third. Jamie settled comfortably under it, looked it in his glove and then glanced at third to see that the runner had already left. So he calmly stepped on the base for an inning-ending double play. We went on to win a close game.

Unbeknownst to me when this happened, amidst great rejoicing in the stands, Connor turned to Sarah and said, "Mom. Dad knows. Where. To. Play. Jamie!!! That's why he's the coach!!" Props from the six-year-old! Score!