Between rain storms we spent a lot of time at the baseball fields this summer. (One night Faith had a double header at 5 and 7 pm. Deac played at 5:30 across town and Eddie played at 7:30 at the same fields as Faith. ) So we packed up our newborn, our Big League Chew and some sunflower seeds and hit the fields.
Okay really just the part about the newborn is true, I don't chew bubble gum or sunflower seeds, but they seem appropriate for baseball.
The baseball boys
Yes, that is his hand down his pants. In the next inning he was picking his nose from third base. I hollered at him to quit, so he just put his glove in front of his face so no one could see.
I'm sure Deacon is saying something naughty to the third baseman, I can just see it on his face. At one point when he was the baseman, he would hold out his arm and ask the base runner for the password before he would let them on base. The coach pitches five times and if the kids don't hit it, then they can hit off the T- so there are lots of missed pitches, but no one keeps track of strikes. EXCEPT, my son. He was the "pitcher" during one game and everytime a kid would swing and miss, Deacon would yell "STRIKE ONE!" "STRIKE TWO" "ONLY ONE MORE, THEN YOU'RE OUT" The next inning during that same game Deac decided he was tired and went to the outfield and sat down. His coach tried to get him to stand up, but Deacon just did noodle legs so the coach gave up.
Despite the booger picking, taunting from the pitcher's mound, etc., we are just happy that everyone survived T-ball without stitches- Deacon was given a metal bat and encouraged to swing afterall.
Faith's team was called the Pink Wildcats or the Pink Tigers or Pink Sharks or Pink Ponies. I don't remember. Girls T-ball was much different than Deac's league. These girls are all older so they can't do the silly things that made Deacon's games so hilarious. So without the silliness, we are left with a bunch of 6 year old girls with limited skill. See the excitment on Faith's face in the above picture? Right, there was no excitement- all season long.Sorry, I take that back there was excitement when the teams started chanting: LET'S GO AMY, LET'S GO! LET'S GO AMY, LET'S GO! LET'S GO AMY, LET'S GO!
LET'S GO BROOKLYN, LET'S GO! LET'S GO BROOKLYN, LET'S GO! LET'S GO BROOKLYN, LET'S GO!
LET'S GO RILEY, LET'S GO! LET'S GO RILEY, LET'S GO! LET'S GO RILEY, LET'S GO! LET'S GO RILEY, LET'S GO!
Between innings there was lots of fun. Because for Faith, everthing is about the social experience.
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3 comments:
How fun! I went to one of my niece's t-ball games last summer and the ball landed right next to her. She just stared at it and kept talking to her friend.
Looks like the kids had so much fun! That is such a nice way to spend the summer!
Well, for one thing, coming from the softball addicted county of Tooele, and having spent more hours at fast-pitch tournaments in the past 6 years than I have spent probably doing any other "leisure activity," I feel qualified to tell you, that bat is way too big. Was the only bat they had available a men's bat from 1984? Talk to us, we can hook you up unless they've already gone to DI.
Did I mention that after all those hours watching softball for the past 6 years that the sophomore girl isn't sure she's even going to play softball in high school this year?
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