Sean says "Hey dad, we're not too far behind."
Fast forward to the eighth inning. I'm in the kitchen making dinner when I hear Sean yelping in the living room. I run in and ask him what happened. He has a big smile on his face.
"We got out of a jam, dad."
"Great," I said. "What's the score?"
"16-5."
"We're getting killed," I pointed out.
"Yeah, but it's only one game," he countered.
The Cubs blood runs deep in that boy.
