April 18, 2006

Spring Ball

Boudicca’s boys were rockin’ the house on the baseball field this evening! Holy crap. They were hitting. They were fielding. They were hot.

How hot?

The Boys of Boudicca’s House started the game with the first two runs of the game. Son#2 was walked to first and Son#1 hit a single. Their teammates hit them in… and Son#2 even stole a couple bases.

The Boys of Boudicca’s House were so hot, that after the game, people came up to me and said, “Can you believe it? Those were YOUR boys!” and “What did you feed THOSE BOYS for dinner tonight?!”

I found myself sheepishly looking down at the ground as I confessed… they had Wendy’s for dinner. I cook every night, but tonight, it was pandemonium at the house with homework and everything else, so we ate on the fly. Wendy’s… in the car. And the coaches and one of the Dads looked at me and said, “Feed them Wendy’s EVERY night!”

These are my boys who have never played team ball. They’ve only played in the backyard, catching with their Dad or TGOO. These are the boys, who would go out every night with their Dad and hit ball after ball in the backyard. (The bonus of living on an acre.) And I was afraid it wouldn’t come together in an organized league…and it has. They’re not the strongest players and they never will be, but my boys can hit. And today, they even fielded!

But what was really fun about tonight was… just the game. It was nice and cool, 80 degrees with a light breeze. The air smelled fresh and the kids all wanted to be there. The coach on the other team was a NICE guy. Our coaches were pumped and were very vocal with our kids… telling Son#2, “You can do this! You know you WANT TO DO THIS!” as the kid hit ball after ball… all of them foul except for the last, but connecting every single time. Everyone was having fun. Our team was on fire, their team had a couple good innings… and although each team had a score keeper, none of us parents were keeping score nor were we asking.

Nobody cared. We were having fun. The kids were having fun.

Nobody cared… not even the coach.

At the end of the game, we finally looked at the coach and said, “Who won?” and he said, “Wow, I think we did, let me check.” And we all raised an eyebrow when he actually had to count the runs, as he had not been keeping them mentally tallied, and we realized we had won 18-9.

We’re not a great team. There have been plenty of times we’ve been the 9. And next game against this same team, it is just as likely we could lose 18-9.

But tonight was fun, because nobody cared. It was all about going out and playing ball.

And I do believe my new favorite sound is the “TINK” the bat makes as it connects with the ball. It warms my heart.

Posted by Boudicca at April 18, 2006 09:44 PM | TrackBack

Sounds like a great night on the field, glad the team had fun...and the boys were HOT!! Tink...is a great sound.....

Posted by: armywifetoddlermom at April 18, 2006 10:20 PM

"The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game: it's a part of our past, Ray. It reminds of us of all that once was good and it could be again."

Ahhh, baseball...you finally got it. You hated baseball because of major league owners and players. Now what you're seeing is what true baseball is really about.

Posted by: Morrigan at April 18, 2006 10:23 PM

Wow...I'm glad you're getting it! :-)

Posted by: Sissy at April 18, 2006 10:47 PM

Ahhhh....the sound of another convert....TINK....
here comes another one...

I L-O-V-E baseball...it's the best game in the world, IMHO!

Posted by: Rave at April 18, 2006 11:02 PM

... I'm with Morrigan, you finally "got" it!... and congrats for your boys!...

Posted by: Eric at April 19, 2006 06:25 AM


Posted by: vw bug at April 19, 2006 06:31 AM

Yay! House of Boudicca! (see ya in Tx!)

Posted by: oddybobo at April 19, 2006 08:16 AM

I just KNEW you'd come around. Baseball IS cool.

Posted by: caltechgirl at April 19, 2006 12:19 PM

I can still smell the grass...
There's not too many things better than the "tink".
You and your sons will hold these memories forever.

Posted by: spurs at April 19, 2006 05:17 PM

I like baseball, especially the kids little leagures and sandlot ball. It is supposed to be fun and the kids usually don't care near as much about winning as they do playing and that is what it is supposed to be about.

Posted by: GUYK at April 19, 2006 06:13 PM