This kid fills me with wonder every day (though sometimes it's of the "I wonder why a ten-year-old can't follow a basic direction like, 'Go take a shower,'?" variety). Today he played the last three games of the season--yes, I sat through three solid games of baseball. He pitched, he hit, he struck out, he center-fielded, all with energy, enthusiasm, skill, modesty and good grace. He also ate two dough boys, a cheese sandwich, a bag of skittles, ten clementines, a freezie pop and a bag of potato chips.