Batting for the Team

I've seen many sports games since coming to America - baseball, basketball, the midnight sales after Thanksgiving, but none quite like the one I witnessed yesterday. Jewish softball.
Should you wish to give it a try yourself, this is what you need:
Two mismatched teams of Jewish fathers and their young sons.
One mother, because equality is everything at our synagogue.
One brand new rabbi who wasn't told this would be part of the selection process.
Four solicitors, two doctors and a handful of businessmen.
One boy who eats everything his mother tells him to.
Six cellphones.
One Blackberry.
(The latter is particularly useful when trying to maintain contact with the pitcher from the back of the field).