Summer vacation...

Life is a bit crazy right now. It's doubtful that I'm going to be posting much for a bit. When things calm down a bit, I'll be back. Until then, I'll drop by your blogs every once in a while.

Baseball season...

It’s again time to haul the lawn chairs, the sunscreen, and the bug spray all over the state to cheer on the boys of summer. My twins are in junior high ball and I love to watch them play. It’s very good that TV in the summer is less than stellar (as a rule) because three nights a week, I’m at the ballfield.

It’s funny to watch the kids fresh out of Little League. They are still in the “throw it back to pitcher after fielding it”. They can’t get the hang of leading off. They haven’t a clue about base running because up until now the only definition was running on an overthrow. Parents are funny to listen to because they cheer when someone throws it back to the pitcher after fielding it. They scream at Johnny to get back on base when he’s leading off. They think that you should only bat through the order once per inning – because that’s more fair. They worry about who brought “treats”. They hang around the dugout offering up advice to the kids until the coaches run them off. They complain if little Dickie doesn’t get to bat.

This is real baseball with real coaches. It isn’t Little League where it’s important that everyone gets in for two innings and Daddy is the coach, so of COURSE you’re going to be on the All-Star team. This is more like real life – if you suck, you sit. Now the score does really matter (just like life).

Baseball season is the only time that nachos are a food group unto themselves.

Baseball season is the time when mothers who throw like girls and don’t know the rules yell advice to their kids in the field. (Not me – I’m a tomboy who knows the rules).

Baseball season is the time for fathers to relive their glory days that get shinier every year.

Pass the bug spray.