I want to apologize for not posting lately. Both my boys decided that they had to play baseball this year and if you've never done this before, like us, it's hard to imagine how busy it will keep you. Let me explain:
Tryouts - Imagine being in a small gym with over 100 screaming children all wanting to try out for baseball and only a handful at a time are trying out. The rest are left to play until it's their turn.
Practice - When things first were first decided, we were scheduled to have practice for both boys on Tuesday from 4:00 to 5:30 and from 5:30 to 7:00, then my youngest was given to a new coach and his practice time was changed to Monday and Friday from 7:00 to 8:30. Sometimes they had to practice on Saturday, especially my oldest son's team, and if you knew the coach, you'd understand. Having them practice so much usually wouldn't have been such a hard time but most of the practices we sat there watching while trying not to freeze to death or at least feeling like it anyway.
Games - Now comes the fun part, watching my boys play. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed it, but the games were usually Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays with practice thrown in whenever they could find a field open. And since Marcus's team usually had practice so late, it was easy for them, so the Monday and Friday practice was usually on. We even had a few Wednesday practices for both of them.
Concession stand duty - On top of all the other times we had to be there, each parent was supposed to help in the concession stand, which i have to do tonight. Something I'm really looking forward to (yeah right). The only good thing is Devin really wants to help, so he'll be going with me.
Now the regular season is over and we have county tournaments. Marcus's team has already lost 2 games and are out, but Devin's team has won both games and has to play again tomorrow night. But - Marcus has made the T-Ball All Stars team so we have to find out when that happens, and we're scheduled to go on vacation soon, and since we're already reserved rooms and such, we can't change them. But I'm proud of both my boys. Neither one has ever played before or even knew anything about baseball so I have to say they both have done a great job. Devin has finally gotten to where he'll hit the ball during games, and he's doing so much better fielding than he used to. Needless to say, Marcus took to it like a duck to water.
But it has been benefitial for both of them. Devin has learned that if you get hit by the ball, it may hurt for a little while, but the pain goes away, he's been hit twice in the side of the head (thank God for helmets) and the side while trying to bat, once in the thigh while running from second to third, and once in the mouth while trying to catch a pop fly after it bounced off the ground. I have to say though, he was a trooper each time. He kept playing and never let it bother him. When he got hit in the mouth, he threw it to second right after it happened and never expected practice to stop. I was so proud of him and at the same time it took everything in me to not run out there and check on him, but I didn't. He was with the guys and didn't need momma babiing him. I may not like it, but I understand it. I let the coach make sure he was okay and stayed sitting on the bleachers. Even the coach was impressed by him that day.
Anyway, I'm about to go to town in a little while. I hope you have a blessed day.