Sean

Oh, look, a dictionary! I love dictionaries, don’t you? Let’s open it up at random and look up a word- ok, we appear to be in the Ts, no problem, let’s see what we have here- “Trouble”. Goodness, there seems to be a photo here- who could it be? Wait a minute, I recognize that face- it’s SEAN!

In a family that loves to talk trash, Sean still stands out even though he really doesn’t have a whole lot to stand on. Sure, there was that strong showing at Lake Webster, but what have you done lately, huh big talker? Or even before that- perhaps you are just a flash in the pan.

Sean's first day at Wiffle Ball

At Webster, he was on the same team as Tim and I and he really wanted to pitch, so we let him, but reluctantly. What kind of crazy stuff would he throw? Would he accidentally hit himself in the head with a pitch? Would he develop a 3-minute wind up for a stinking plastic wiffle ball and thus incur the ire of the opposing team? Remember, there are no called strikes so someone who throws junk is usually ignored by the batters until a) he starts getting it over the plate or b) he gets replaced.

Luckily, Sean only had to be warned a couple of hundred times before he settled down and ended up doing a pretty good job and he showed some real promise with his hitting. To paraphrase Mark Twain, Sean may be President one day if he isn’t hung first.