Cheerleader

Hi, tonight you came you to soft ball to watch dad embarass himself in our first playoff game. We lost by 5 runs but had a great night. Seeing you and your mama helped my batting average but as soon as you left I hit an infield fly. You weren't too happy to be away from your bed and were giving your mom a hard time. She attempted to feed you a wonderful feast of sweet potato and oatmeal but nothing would make you a happy camper. Hopefully you'll enjoy the next game a little more.

Love B.