February 06, 2006

Reputations Precede... Is This Good?

My boys had baseball evaluations last week and it was not a good experience from what I understand. I’m so glad I had that carnival and didn’t have to watch. My boys have been playing soccer or taking Karate for the last 5 years. This whim to play baseball, it makes me shake my head. Watching them flail on the field during evaluations would have been more than I could have taken. Most certainly.

I’ve been nervous now, realizing the coaches cannot be thrilled to get my boys. I understand its Little League and I picked this particular town as I heard they’re really nice about everyone getting to play, school really is first, but still, everyone deep down inside must want to win and my family took 2 spots on a team… 2 spots for kids who’ve never played, didn’t know where shortstop was located and have never caught a fly ball.


So the coach for the two older boys called me Saturday to give me the deal on practices. As soon as he told me who he was, I got nervous and started to speak fast. And it went something like this… “Look, my boys are not clumsy. They are actually athletically inclined. They’ve just been playing soccer or taking Karate. They’ve had NO coaching. They just need someone to coach them and I think they’ll pick it up. They won’t be your star players… but my 2nd son, he has the passion for it and is all heart. He will make up for it. And my 1st son, he could be just a solid average player…”

And he stopped me and said, “Hey. This is going to be fun. Quit worrying. When it came time to select kids and your boys names came out, some baseball Mom said, ‘Oh! Those are GOOD boys. You’ll love having them on your team.’ I’m glad they’re on.”

How cool is that?

So I said, “OK, then. What do you need me to do? I will do anything you need me to do. I’ll support them and you 100%... just tell me.”

And he laughed and replied, “Yeah, that Mom said that too. She said you’re the Mom that will do anything and I’ll like having you as a Mom on this team.”

I’m wondering who in the hell that Mom is… he said he didn’t know her name.

Anyway, Bones had his first practice today. It went well. I feel for his coach. You just have to see Bones to understand. Let me put it this way, the British gentlemen who came for dinner last night? They nicknamed him ‘Trouble’… an hour after meeting him.

The other boys start tomorrow. After school I’ll be buying cleats and pants. I will be on the baseball field… FOUR nights a week. Baseball has evidently become my life.

I will take pictures. Of them. Not me… cursing under my breath…

But I have likened the two older boys to one of my favorite movies, "The Sandlot". That kid knew nothing at the beginning of the summer, but by the end was a solid player. I think that will be my two older boys. They just need coaching.

Posted by Boudicca at February 6, 2006 10:33 PM | TrackBack

Cleats and pants..... and cups. Don't forget the cups for my grandsons.

Posted by: TGOO at February 6, 2006 11:12 PM

... he's right, you know... I was a catcher for years..... he's right....

Posted by: Eric at February 6, 2006 11:18 PM

Oh My God! I have to go cup shopping again?! I did this three years ago! I'm still damaged by it! NOOOOO!

I even posted on that awful experience. I must resurrect that post...

Posted by: Bou at February 6, 2006 11:19 PM

A clear Spring day, light breeze, the smell of hotdogs and peanuts, and the sound of the ball off an aluminum bat...TINK. Ahhhhh....baseball.

Posted by: Morrigan at February 6, 2006 11:22 PM

I absolutely LOVE baseball...and softball...I can still smell the ballpark calling me.

I coached a girls softball team for six years. My daughter was on the team, and she 'played up' as they say. I started her when she was six yrs old, on a team that was for 7 and 8 yr olds. She had never played before but wanted to play.

The older girls, mostly from other teams, didn't think much of the small long-haired little girl, and tended to pitch to her a little slower than the bigger girls.

Big mistake.

My daughter, right from the very start, slammed the softball that it staggered the other team.

She had no formal training prior to joining the team. But she had the will of an athlete.

That in itself it worth more than any home run.

I'm glad your boys got in with a team and coach who also appreciates that.

Posted by: Rave at February 7, 2006 12:15 AM

I can't wait for the stories!! I still can't believe you don't like baseball!!

Posted by: Sissy at February 7, 2006 12:31 AM

Stupid baseball in Florida. Yesterday sunset here was at 5:56PM and it was 34 degrees. Sure, go ahead, try and hit a ball with an aluminum bat in that!

Posted by: Ogre at February 7, 2006 07:33 AM

I'm not a baseball fan, but if thats what my boys want to do, I'd support them. Speaking of support, yea TGOO and Eric are right. Get the cups, someday you might want grand children.

BTW, "...you’re the Mom that will do anything and I’ll like having you as a Mom on this team."

That just made me giggle inappropriately.

Posted by: Contagion at February 7, 2006 08:58 AM

yeah don't forget the cups....

and for future reference I need to know how one washes one of those things....do you just throw them in a bucket of bleach?

do they make disposable cups?

Posted by: armywifetoddlermom at February 7, 2006 09:03 AM

Yeah, AW... disposable cups by Dicksy... heheheheh...

As long as the boys have fun playin', that's all that matters. I loved the game. Took a while to get some of the skills down, but I had a blast all along. A good coach will do that...

Posted by: That 1 Guy at February 7, 2006 12:27 PM