Mike Beer barely had one foot in the door before his five-year old son wanted to show him what he could do with the ol’ wiffle bat and ball. Seth spent much of that afternoon in the backyard with his mother, Robin, and he was ready to show his father how much he had improved.
So Mike went in the backyard and was standing about 10 feet away as he threw the wiffle balls at him. Seth was doing what he said he could. He was making contact and he was hitting them well. At that point Mike reached into the bag of balls and pulled out an orange one, which was used for floor hockey.