Sunday was great baseball weather. Short sleeves even.

Those boys don't know the word quit. Or football even.

My son's last game of the year was Sunday, and it was great baseball weather. In the top of the last inning, he hustled out an infield single, then slid under a tag at second and third and managed to score the go-ahead and -- after some pretty snazzy defense in the bottom of the inning -- winning run. And yes, I am bragging.