Day 1. June 1: Baseball. A harsh loss is dealt to our newly formed summer HS team. New chemistry, new field. And new whiners. Here’s how it works: HS Baseball season is Spring. Super short. Move to Summer ball through July. Every year there is a new crop of Freshmen. This year, a few made JV, most made Freshmen team, some got cut. Ouch. Here is another opportunity to observe the tendency for parents to turn a blind eye to a child’s possible short-comings in a particular sport. It should be noted that most kids, whether 5, 15 or 25 roll with it all. When we refer to Whiners, kooks, freaks and nut-jobs in this blog, we’re pretty much always referring to the parents 😉 We do observe some off-spring that are just real gems from time to time, but in those cases rest assured that you’ll know it’s a pre or just post-pubescent we are talking about…next….
Day 2. June 2nd: Basketball. Here’s how summer hoops works – you play a couple times a week, usually back to back games. Unfortunately, Jack decided to really kick off his summer with a day at the pool, followed by running amok, followed by a sleep over at a friends. Hmm, the walking dead on the court today. As we say in summer ball…”hey, it’s summer ball.”
Day 3. June 3rdt: Baseball. Much better day at the diamond! Except for one very sad note, big sis home from college shows up with beverages for all – mom promptly shuts that down. Newsflash: playing at High School fields has its drawbacks. Okay one drawback…yeah, no Red Solo Cupping. Where is the tiki bar at Steamboat little league fields when you need it?
Day 4. June 4th. Basketball. We got a howler! Finally, a game with a crazy mama. Did I mention that summer hoops is usually a mellow affair? Really just a few weeks of (a lot) of fancy practices – technically tho, games (refs, fans, uniforms, for reals.) So with that, of course, comes a few that take EVERY performance as to the death, serious, potential college scholarships on the line…hey mama! So yes, she is getting her whoot whoot on – on one hand thrilling (that spirit resulted in this blog after all) but on the other, extremely out of proportion for the event. Onward crazy mama, onward.
Day 5. June 5th. Baseball. Friend’s youth ball player’s game. T-ball and “coach pitch” – those who are there, and those who have been there – dropped pop ups, running directly from 1st to 3rd, tears, tantrums…love it, funny, super cute right? Not for the father who has been counting the days for his kid to hit the sand lot…this is NOT cute, this is NOT funny. You, sir, have a long road ahead – and Mrs. Father? Batten down the hatches. On a lighter note, the whole outing was made worthwhile when our neighbor’s boy (not to be confused with crazy dad referenced herein,) after donning an athletic cup for his first time, promptly yanked it out and handed it to mom immediately following the game: “here you go mom.” “Thanks honey, thank you very much.” And….there off!
next up FOOTBALL SCRIMMAGE! (Weird, but I can’t wait…what is happening to me?)
Oxygen anyone? (my kids LOVE that joke!)
Tales From The Bleachers 