Salazar brings the heat

I have come to find out that as much fun as playing sports is, it is perhaps more enjoyable to watch those close to you out on the field. Last night my 10 year old stepbrother Antonio took the mound in his team's first game of the playoffs (He's number five sitting in the dugout, though you can't make him out to well in the rest of the pictures because I took them with the camera from my phone).








It was really funny because he talked about how nervous he was before the game and I just remembered back to how fun it was being a kid and having an opportunity to step on the mound.





Now, I knew the kid could pitch pretty well, I had gone to practice with him earlier this week, but when he started throwing strikes by batter after batter, I was pretty blown away. He possesses some accuracy I was not so fortunate to have when I pitched, because while I could throw the ball pretty hard I don't think I ever went a game without beaning some unlucky young kid from the other team.

I was really impressed with the way he brought it. For such a small kid he is a fierce competitor and it was a joy to watch.