About the last thing in the big museum to see was a cage, where you could stand like you were the umpire, and a pitcher threw at 90 mph fast ball right at the catcher in front of you. That was one fast ball, I’m telling you.
Our final stop was at the batting cage, where Jeff took a few swings. It was the first time he’d actually swung a bat in 20 years, and after whiffing the first one, I think he at least made contact on all the others. He was, however, out of breath and had a hurting back by the time he was done :-). What a great day.
