That would be 8. Eight homeruns for the little #1 T-ball prince. Tonight may have been Morgan's last game (the forecast for the 5:30 game tomorrow is looking rainy...again) and he went out with a slam. Three slams, to be precise. All three of his at bats went over the fence. By a foot or so. Reese said that he was totally sure of each of them. Some of the previous hits had been iffy and we weren't sure they would make it over the fence, but not these.
****Here is Morgan on picture day with his coach. And dad. And my husband. The man is everything... He took Morgan down to the field (it is within walking distance of our house) after school and Morgan hit balls off the T. Then Reese hit balls to the outfield for Morgan to catch. I've only gone down with them a couple of times, but is it really fun to watch. I get to play first base and Morgan throws the ball to me from the outfield. The kid has quite the arm. Then I get to go around to the other side of the fence and gather the homerun balls. Most of them end up across the road. I certainly can use the exercise.
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