Billy’s father was unable to attend his son’s Little League game, so when Billy swung open the front door, his father immediately wanted to know what happened.

“So, how did you do, son?” he asked.

Billy was hopping up and down. “You’ll never believe it!” the boy said. “I was responsible for the winning run!”

His father beamed at him. “Really? Tell me how it happened.”

“I dropped the ball.”