Clint and I coached Layton's coach pitch team this year. It was his first year to play baseball and he loved it! Our team was called The Bulls. Layton is a hustler! He wanted the baseball--he would run from third base to right field just to get it.
Funny story: One game when Layton finished batting, ran the bases (we tried to have them only progress one base at a time), and crossed home, he came in the dugout, got his glove and hat, then went back out and played at the pitching mound for the other team. Clint and I didn't even see him do it. The other team's coach was teasing him about being a trader.
Layton is on the bottom of this pile. He has the ball!
Fighting a girl for the ball! I bet she won. She is the only girl in a family of four boys!
You get three pitches from the coach. If you miss it all three times, you hit off of a tee.