Baseball Dreams (or Nightmares)

A few weeks ago Austin says to me, "so mom you know when we go to a baseball game..." (already I'm thinking that we've never been to a baseball game) "... well, I want to be the guy that HITS the ball." (Ohhhhh.) So I ask Austin if he wants to play baseball and he says, "YEAH!" Instantly I picture sitting on an aluminum metal bleacher at 5:00 at night when it's 105 degrees outside, all summer long, for the next ten years of my life. Ugh. That was one sport I've tried so hard to avoid. At least I've got another year before he's old enough for t-ball.