The old man brought his boy to Little League practice. The old man didn’t help out like the other dads, he just sat the bleachers and watched. One day the coach called over, “Hey, Gramps! How ‘bout you hit a few balls to the outfielders?” A little shaky coming off the bleacher, he took up a weathered bat, spit in his palm and called out, “Center-field! Look sharp!” Whack! That ball arced up and up and fell to earth right close to his boy. It was an error on the center-fielder but a happier center-fielder there never was.