The trees are budding, the birds are singing and the clocks have been pushed forward. Must be....baseball season.
Son started his first year of Little League and I swear it's more fun than a day at the Coliseum or whatever its corporately called now.
He's a pretty good player...can make the throw from third (his favorite position) most of the time, fields his plays and gets on base due to his hit, not errors, again, most of the time. Best of all, he loves baseball, as does everyone in his family...
Our team this year is the Baltimore Orioles and Jake's #5, Cal Ripken. (For all you baseball stat fanatics, his number was 5 before he retired and came back). Now he's fascinated with Cal and really looks up to his famed reputation as Old Faithful. Hey, two references to Old Faithful in one day!
Husband had field prep duty this week-all the Dads seem to like this job: raking the infield, watering down the dust, marking the lines with chalk. I think next week I'm bringing my boom box with baseball park organ music and crowds cheering to give them the full effect.
Husband drove our little electric scooter, Buzz cuz we live close enough. I drove Son in the limo cuz he's a star. Actually he's seven and I drove because I want to save his energy. Two hours of baseball in 86 degree weather. Bring on the gatorade! We ran out of chalk and had to go across to the other field. Chalk weighs ALOT but BUZZ to the rescue. The boys on the team thought BUZZ was the coolest. When Son rode it around the field after the game, they thought he was the coolest.
We didn't win, but the boys had fun and gave the other team a run for their money. Our team is a bit rag tag but improving in spades. I'm glad Son's on a team not full of stars. I love watching kids get better at something they're learning. One of our players, made a killer catch and he smiled for about five minutes straight. I thought his face was stuck. CUTE! The other team had alot of good players and from the coaches comments, they better play good. No smiling on this team. Yikes dudes, they're second graders. Lighten up! Baseball is for playing, not assaulting. Here it comes, another cliche: Baseball is not whether you win or lose it's how you play the game. And what's for snack afterwards. Goldfish and gatorade. yay.
Go Orioles!!!
