Little League of their own.

There is something about watching children under the age of about 10 playing sports. These little beings are like mini perpetual motion machines, always going in a million directions at once and then BAM! The ball is hit and focus ensues making it necessary for every child on the field/court to pursue the ball or puck or whatever.
Such is the case with Butch's team. The mighty River Dogs! These kids are Kindergarten and First Grade boys, ranging in age from just barely 6 to 7 1/2.
So now that you have the background lets set the scene.
Butch is supposed to be playing left field but he is chatting with the short stop. The third baseman is circling the base, over and over as if daring it to move for he will pounce on it with all the ferocity of a starving teen on a pizza. Then it happens. The ball is hit! All conversation stops. The third baseman slows and looks over his shoulder to see if anyone is coming his way and then he is off again as he realizes there was no one on second and these kids are under strict orders to only take one base at a time.
The remainder of the team realizes where the ball is headed. The nearest three kids head for the ball while the others yell instructions on what to do and how to do it. Finally the player is either tagged out or on base and the scene repeats until every player has had a turn for that inning.
The teams switch from fielding to batting and then a new scene emerges. Every single boy has brought "the perfect" bat to hit with and they line up according to the posted batting order. Batting helmets are attained and they wait their turn, or run to the bathroom or run to their parents to tell them just what is going to happen next, etc. etc.
Butch grabs his trusty bat, tightens his batting gloves and steps up. Now being the ambidextrous kid that he is, he hits from a side of home base that many of these kids have never seen used. And it's like a scene from The Natural that sucker is gone! (Of course they still make him use a tee, which is dumb but it's a hit and he's happy and we're happy.)

After being reminded to RUN- for the love RUUUUUUN- by no less than every adult in the vicinity, his turn at bat is done.  He takes his base and begins to chat with the kid on first base or the coach or whomever is there that he can talk with about the strategy or history of the game.

And so goes the all American game of baseball.