Call it a Lapse
Five of the six innings in my son’s little league game tonight were well-pitched, well-fielded and otherwise closely contested.
And then there was the second inning, when my son’s team walked in 18 — as in “o-n-e e-i-g-h-t” — runs.
Final score: 20-5.
Oh, well . . . .
P.S.: eleven year-old pitchers are known to be wild early in the season.
