Rare were the summer days when babysitting duties fell to my Grandma Helen. My parents had full-time childcare and even in the unlikely event of needing a back-up, we lived quite close to my maternal grandparents. So when mom and dad had to go further into the nannying bullpen to Helen, they were special days.
Helen never cared much for sports, but she indulged yours truly to a great degree. We could play baseball, only if she got to hit, mind you. Her base paths too were fraught with exceptions to all normal rules of the sport for they were just a yard or two long.