Cute.
On Tuesday, The Clifton was hurling magical missiles on baseball's grandest stage. Tonight? Wiffle ball in the park.
Cutters. I bet he's throwing cutters. Could you imagine being Cliff's kid and trying to hit a wiffle ball off him? I wonder if he sprints out to the imaginary mound? Does he pitch backwards to warm up? So many questions, so little answers.
Anyway, Cliff Lee: normal dad. Your day can carry on.