May 09, 2006

First Love

Play offs started tonight for the eldests’ baseball games.

They won.

And they beat a team that pissed me off last week. I love it when that happens.

Last week we played a team and they beat us 15-8. We lose all the time and our attitude as parents, as well as players, is "Did we have a good time?" No stress. Nobody has to win. Just have fun and play ball.

We played them again on Saturday and the other team copped attitude and said, “We’re not putting in our best pitchers this game, we’re saving them for Tuesday’s play off game.”

They were scheduled to play US in Tuesday’s play off game.

So when our team started cleaning their clocks on Saturday morning, the song changed and they started putting in all their ‘best pitchers’ and we beat them 15-8. Same score, flip side.

LOOOOOOVE that. And we didn't rub it in. Our kids win graciously too. But they were happy as they knew what had been said at the beginning of the game. There was a certain smugness and I have to say, rightfully so.

Tonight was the play off game against the same team and if there was any team to beat, I was looking forward to this. And it started off tough and then I had to leave to go to a board meeting.

I called my husband on my way home to find out our team had won in extra innings and that it was a GREAT game and our team really came together.

We never know when our team is going to ‘come together’ as there are some days they’re on fire and the game has actually had to be stopped as our team is too far ahead and then there are days where the entire team, collectively, couldn’t hit the broadside of a barn to save their lives and they have to stop the game as we're losing so badly.

We have no idea why. They’re hot or cold, we never know when.

It just is.

And they're good sports either way. The parents and coaches insist on it. Hell our parents cheer the other team when THEY make a good play or a good hit.

It's kids' baseball. Its supposed to be fun.

But tonight our kids were hot and they were going toe to toe against the other team and my 11 year old, whose never played ball on a team, hit a double,

bringing in two runners and then stole 3rd…

and then stole home.



He wants to play again next year. We seem to have found a love…

Posted by Boudicca at May 9, 2006 10:48 PM | TrackBack

I'm sure Aunt Mo is proud!

Posted by: Sissy at May 9, 2006 10:58 PM

... stealing home is a moment, Bou.. the little guy will remember that for the rest of his life.. congrats to Bou's Baseball boys!...

Posted by: Eric at May 10, 2006 01:39 AM

LOL all team sports are much like that--some days it all clicks and the next day it all falls apart. I have always believed that sports, much like life, is about 90 percent mental. Those who succeed are not always the ones with the natural ability or intelligence but those who have the mental toughness to do it right and make the right decisions most of the time. Self discipline and self control..and that is the thing that good coaches try to teach.

Posted by: GUYK at May 10, 2006 06:06 AM

Well Allll-Right! Congrats!

Posted by: oddybobo at May 10, 2006 08:07 AM

Kewl Beans! Congrats!

Baseball love never goes away....

Posted by: Rave at May 10, 2006 08:42 AM


Our Freshman baseball season just ended. Summer league starts up in June. That baseball bug... be careful now, be very careful... ;)

Posted by: RedNeck at May 10, 2006 12:18 PM

Oh I love this post! I used to coach coed softball, 4 nights a week. Every summer. I loved it! Thanks!

Posted by: livey at May 11, 2006 03:31 PM