Little League Kid Stops Running The Bases To Tell His Dad He Loves Him

Soft as baby shit.  Softer than baby shit. Is this the part where I’m supposed to say “Awwwwwwwwwww” and melt into the floor like a slice of butter sitting on top of a big ol’ pile of flap jacks?  Because I’m not going to.  I won’t.  I guarantee any girl who watches that video will need to be rushed to the hospital for exploded ovaries. Girls sexually attacking their significant other or any random guy in the street after watching that so they can have a little league kid of their own like that.  Well not me.  Respect the game.  Run the fucking bases, kid and stop embarrassing Dad. There’s no crying in baseball and there’s also no “I like you. I love you” in baseball either. By the way, I was the king of little league.  First kid in the history of tee ball to hit a home run. I know for a fact I could’ve been a professional baseball player if I hadn’t enjoyed booze and the occasional Item 9 cigarette so much. Those are simply the facts.