They say they don't keep score...

So Quin is the surviving sibling on the Englewood Rec Washington Nationals. Otto bailed because it was a little rough. And I quote: "A ball hit me in the nipple." At first I doubted his reasons for leaving the team, but now I can see that he may have been justified. Let's go ahead and roll the tape on a recent play in the Jason Park outfield.

Quin breaking his momma's heart while waiting for someone to hit the ball.

As you'll see below, action in the outfield is rare. It's suitcase-full-of-cash rare. 

Not sure who's all in on this action, but Quin is in the awkward squatty pose. (And I must be careful not to be too critical as I almost stepped on someone's baby to get these shots.)

A fourth kid, a "Joey" I think, joins in. Meanwhile, an Oriole rounds third base.

While it looks like they're going to get a break on the base running, Quin emerges as an early favorite to get the ball.

Even the distressed parent seems to have accepted this slight devation from traditional play.

She's got his shirt! She's got his shirt! Joey is distracted. And it seems they don't have to worry about the base runner.

While the girl goes for his pants, Joey is back for ball. A fourth appears to be simply out on the ground. Third base runner has found a bug.

Rising from the bodies, our boy seems to be victorious...over his own teammates. 

Third base runner might be sleeping.

Good job, son. Now don't gloat...just throw the ball into play...

Ah, what the hell. You earned it.

See all the action in this animated GIF.