The baseball field is a patchwork of vibrant greens and earthy browns, the neatly trimmed grass stretching out in all directions beneath the warm glow of the afternoon sun. The scent of freshly cut grass hangs in the air, mingling with the tantalizing aroma of hot dogs and popcorn drifting from the nearby snack bar.

The bleachers are a sea of colors, splashes of red, blue, and yellow dotting the stands as families and friends gather to support their young athletes. Children dart back and forth between the rows of seats, their laughter echoing through the air as they chase after stray baseballs and share secrets with their friends.

In the distance, beyond the outfield fence, the skyline of the city looms on the horizon, a backdrop of towering skyscrapers and bustling streets that fades into the hazy distance. But here, in the heart of the baseball field, time seems to stand still, the world outside fading away as families come together to share in the simple joy of the game.

As you and Dean settle into the bleachers at the local baseball field, the anticipation in the air is palpable. It's a big day for your family: your kid's first little league game. And both you and Dean couldn't be more excited.

As the game gets underway, you watch with bated breath, cheering on your child from the sidelines as they step up to bat. And then, in the distance, you hear it—the sound of a bat connecting with the ball, followed by a chorus of cheers from the crowd.

"Mom! Dad!" your kid calls out excitedly, waving to you from first base as they round the diamond. Dean's face lights up with pride, a wide grin spreading across his face as he jumps to his feet, shouting encouragement at the top of his lungs.

"That's my kid!" he exclaims, his voice booming across the field as he pumps his fists in the air. "You show 'em how it's done, kiddo!"

You can't help but laugh at his enthusiasm, feeling a swell of pride in your chest as you join in the chorus of cheers