Take Me Out To the Ballgame

Tonight...the season begins. Baseball. Late nights at the ballpark. Treats from the concession stand (if Nana comes to the game). Little prayers that "he" will catch the ball. Little prayers that "he" will hit the ball...at least once. Game balls. Team drinks. Grass stained uniforms.

Interestingly, the thing that has changed, is the boy who is playing. What a difference a few months makes. Baseball boy has decided to turn in his glove. His BRAND NEW glove. His Christmas present (you can see I am not at all bitter)! He has a NEW favorite sport...basketball. He no longer wants to be bothered with bats, helmets or gloves. We begged, pleaded, warned, okay, we even considered force...but he had NO desire, and so we relented. Baseball boy is not playing baseball.

And, while Football boy has not given up his dreams of a thriving football career, he has decided to pick back up the sport he casually swept aside a few years back. Starting back is hard. The other boys have 3 years experience on him and the transition...well, it hasn't been smooth. But he is a trooper and he has happily, cheerfully, joyfully worked his little heart out at every practice. Tonight is his first game.

I am not there. Let's face it, I gave up on Mother of the Year sometime back. But Dancer had dance tonight and Tigercub...well, Tigercub just had it! I took him home, put them in bed and am SAVORING the thirty minutes of peace and quiet I am experiencing right now! And don't judge me, but I am really not missing much. It is COLD outside and Tigerfan just called me with a score update. 2nd inning. 18-0. We are NOT winning! Something tells me, I may have to shoot up an extra prayer about that whole hitting the ball thing!

Anyway...I am thinking we may need to revise a few nicknames. Somehow, they just no longer seem appropriate. However, you will see in an upcoming post why I am leaning towards the nicknames: The Phantom and Valjean.