If you were looking for me this past spring, there’s a good chance you would have found me hanging around somewhere like this… 
Leo, my 8-year-old, has inherited his dad’s love of baseball. And fortunately, he’s inherited his dad’s talent, too. He’s quite the hitter. We started calling him “Leo Smash,” in honor of Captain America’s instructions to The Hulk in The Avengers. 
His dad was happy to be involved in this wonderful game after quite a few years away. 
Leo’s spring team, the Angels, had a great season. They made it all the way to the championship game, which they lost by just one run. 
You still get a trophy for second place!
But baseball isn’t over when the spring season ends. At least, it wasn’t over for us. Leo joined a tournament team and was excited to play at a higher level of competition. 
He was off to a great start, going 7 for 7 in the first two games. 
But alas… in the third game… after getting a great hit and catching a fly ball in the outfield, Leo dove to catch another ball in the outfield, and landed on his left arm. An X-ray revealed he had broken it. Crack! No more tournaments for Leo.
But he’s still been going to his games to support his team. 
And of course, to collect signatures. 
Thankfully the cast will be off before the fall seasons starts and LEO SMASH will be back!
Leo smash. Then crack.