I’ll bite. Last summer my kid was guesting for a team five hours from home, spent the night in the local hospital on IV antibiotics (a long story..), was released at 11 am Sunday morning, and begged to be able to play in the semis at 1 pm. The opposing team was one of the strongest in the region, and one of their best pitchers was on the bump. My kid went toe to toe with that pitcher, hit a triple oppo and got struck out by a nasty curve, then hit a homerun off the relief pitcher. Kid’s team ended up losing in the end (a walkoff in the seventh inning?) but the game was spectacular. My son loves that team he was guesting for- the coaches, players, and parents —all of them. It was a great game, and an honor to play with them. [the other highlight of last year was my son’s top-ten-in-county score on the MathLeague test 
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