Baseball Unblocked - Backyard

Leo shouldered his backpack, a real smile on his face. “You bet, Mrs. Gable.”

Leo leaned forward, clicking the familiar, pixelated icon. The screen flickered, and then—the crackle of a tinny, digitized voice: “Batter up!” backyard baseball unblocked

Mrs. Gable snorted. She reached over him, her bony finger clicking the mouse. She didn’t close the tab. Instead, she scrolled through the team roster. Leo shouldered his backpack, a real smile on his face

“And Leo,” she called as he reached the door. “If you ever put Dmitri Petrovich in the cleanup spot again, I’m giving you detention.” Leo shouldered his backpack