--A lifetime supply of beef jerky
--A personal masseuse
--A batting cage
I'm a simple man.
There's a house in my neighborhood with at least one of those things. And I'm more than a little jealous.
Poking out behind their back fence is a full-size batting cage. And upon further snooping, er, inspection, I found there was so much more.
The house is on a corner and basically sits on two lots. They've converted the second lot into a baseball field, complete with pitching mound, infield, and batting cage.
All of the kids on Tate's baseball team live in our neighborhood. So what better place for them to practice than the backyard ballpark?
If only the owner were to invite the team over...
Sometimes you need to take matters into your own hands. One day Tate's coach just knocked on the stranger's door and said, "Can my coach-pitch team practice in your backyard?" And then he softly gestured to his adorable five-year-old, clad in his little baseball uniform and donning his big brown eyes.
How could he say no?
So now the Owlz have their own private training facility, just like the big leaguers.
They just have to clean up the dog poo before they start.