Little League is finally over. We lost in the 2nd round of playoffs on Saturday, and while I’m a little sad it’s over I’m also all “Woohoo, our weekends are freeeee!!”
Every Winter when we’re holed up in our house avoiding the cold and snow, we look forward to all the things we can do when it’s Spring again. And every Winter I forget that Spring means baseball. Our lives are not our own during baseball season. There are two or three games a week, including every single Saturday, plus practices squeezed in when we can. UGGHHHH. We love it AND we hate it.
I have a serious case of bleacher butt and I think I’m going blind from looking through wire mesh so often. I don’t even recognize my own kid without a gray metal X crossing his face.
In the first round of the playoffs last Tuesday, Josh had both a great catch at 3rd base and his best hit of the season. We were down 2 players but we still managed to beat the 5th place team.
Well, just before he made the great catch, Josh was hit by a line drive in his right foot. He shook it off and kept on playing.Turns out, it hurt like hell and he never said anything because he knew if he didn’t keep playing they would have to forfeit the game. He’s right, they would have only had 7 players and would not have been allowed to keep going.
I can’t even with THIS KID. If that had been me, I would have been writhing on the ground calling for a whaaaambulance!! But he never complains. I don’t understand.
Anyway, he mentioned the foot a few times during the week but it never seemed THAT bad and wanted to keep playing. Okay. Well, by the end of the day Saturday it was feeling pretty awful. By the end of the day Sunday it was swollen and he was hopping on one foot. Off we went to urgent care and while the x-ray came back clean he has to use a boot and crutches for the next few days so the sprain has time to heal. His field trip to the Science Museum tomorrow should be super fun! Is it wrong that I’m secretly glad that I can’t be a chaperone this time? Forget I said that.
So all that for the love of baseball. If he can do that, I’ll sit and look through a wire fence all day, any day for him.
As long as I can take pictures while I’m there!
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Fenway Faithful. Red Sox Nation. Whatever you want to call it. Some of us just can’t help being fans. Tonight is their last game of the season and no matter how sucktastic this year has been, and it’s been really, incredibly bad, I still love my team.
We went to a game a couple Sundays ago – I think it was the last game they won – and we had a fabulous time.
That’s Pedey at bat, right before getting on base and then scoring. (I admit, he’s my favorite, mostly because he just seems to love playing.)
The best part about the game though, came after it was over. It was the last home afternoon game so they let all the kids who attended run the bases. No, really. We got to walk out on the warning track. Josh got to RUN THE BASES AT FENWAY. He got to high five Middlebrooks and Lavarnway. It was completely awesome.
We’ll be back again next year, still cheering for the home team, still hoping for a playoff spot, still badmouthing the Yankees. (Please beat them tonight!*) We’ll be there again the year after that, and again, and again. Because we can’t help ourselves.
In return, we want a manager and coaches that cares, a team that wants to play hard and win, and ownership that appreciates the fans. We want good baseball. I don’t think that’s too much to ask.
When does Pitchers and Catchers start?
* Ugh. That was just pathetic and miserable.
So once again, I am doing a lot of this:
(I’m really not very good at taking pics with my iphone!)
while I do a lot of this:
(My son is not actually in this picture. Whoops! I don’t know why it’s only one I took. I’ll try to remember the real camera and get one of him next week!)
Yes, Josh is playing Fall Baseball. Yippee.
Really though? It’s better than soccer. There’s no whining in baseball, and there was always lots of whining in soccer. Something about all that freaking running.
The best thing about fall ball is there are no practices, only one game a week, every Saturday. It’s meant to be just for fun for those kids who really like baseball and don’t want lose all of their skills between seasons. I use the term skills pretty loosely here. Oh yeah.
The teams are of mixed ages, and Josh is the youngest on his. He doesn’t seem to mind the age and size differences, and he isn’t the worst player, so it’s going better than I anticipated. He also hasn’t been hit by a wild pitch yet, unlike a number of his teammates!
Anyway, this was supposed to be about me. On Saturday I was sitting in the stands starting a new crochet project, when a friend and fellow crocheter came over to sit with me. Her son was on the other team, and from the bleachers on the opposite side she had spied someone with fingers flashing. She knew that person had to be knitting or crocheting. And then she saw my hair.
I really am that obvious.
So who can guess what my new project is just by looking at the pattern? Hint: it’s part of Josh’s Halloween costume:
(That’s gold and burgundy, not cream and purple. Dang user error iphone.)
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I can probably answer that one for myself. No. So you’re getting a mommyblogger brain dump instead.
I don’t have writer’s block. I just don’t have any time. Right now I’m in a different stage of production on six different books. Four of them in super duper tight deadline mode. Arghhhhhh! I feel like I have a white rabbit running around the inside of my brain muttering I’m late, I’m late, I’m late….and I really hate being late!
Then there’s baseball. Why oh why did I talk Josh into playing baseball this year?? Because I knew he would love it dang it, and he does. And I would too if only I had time to go to all of it. Two games a week, one a week night and one always on Saturday, plus Sunday afternoon practices. My weekends are wicked fun.
Did I mention before that Josh won’t let me talk to him during games? Apparently I embarrass him or something…just like I used to do to my mother when I played softball. That? Would be karma, biting me very, very hard.
Sometimes coach asks me to be dugout mom, that is, keeping the kids from killing each other when they are waiting for their turn to bat. Back when Josh played t-ball that really was like herding very funny cats. Alas, they are cute little kitties kiddies no more. With first and second graders, it’s more like herding howler monkeys, they’re fast, loud, and are always trying to climb the fence.
Except they really are kinda cute. (Even though they all hate that word!) There’s just something about a seven year old wearing a batting glove:
Anyway. This is my life right now. Work interspersed with baseball. And very little sleep.