Michael finally earned redemption of sorts playing wiffle ball. Every year we have taken a family vacation out to Rhode Island. Wiffle ball is a large part of that tradition. With cousins and all there are a lot of us, the games can become pretty competitive.
In 2008 we played against another family in the same area who had as many kids as we did. Our average "Kid Age" was probably 14. Theirs was about 10. At any rate the game was all tied in the last inning and our kids had a runner on third when "Sluggo" came up to bat. All those years of frustration came to the fore and he hit a hard hook shot down the right field line to score the winning run.
I used to have a picture of this but can't seem to find it. What I've never had was a picture of the look the parents of the losing side gave Mike when he walked off the field and asked if he could have a beer. Originally we were supposed to play this tournament every year. So far we haven't been asked back!
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