I had a couple extra jalapenos from my nachos. We told Charlie we’d give him $5 if he’d eat it. No spitting it out, no water until his mouth was Survivor-Clean. Like a true champ with an iron stomach, he stepped right up!
He was frustrated on the mound (we missed that while we were at dance pictures), and took a ball to the chest. But he walked off that field smiling. Sometimes, that’s all you can do. Well done, #12!