Today was my son’s first baseball game; am I ever proud! Not only did “Bub” hit every time at bat (without the tee), but he had a blast and came home with muddy and grass-stained knees. I don’t think you could have pried that grin off his face with a crowbar (somehow, that visual doesn’t seem to work…). Anyway, only one more practice and then it’s just games until the end of the season.
There’s gotta be a special place in heaven for coaches. These guys (and gals) donate a couple of evenings each week to teach first graders how to play baseball. Our coach is doing a great job, and with his wry sense of humor, he’s helping everyone else have a good time, too. You should have seen his face when three of the kids voted for the team name to be the “Green Lima Beans.” Fortunately, convention prevailed and five voted for the “Green Hornets.” (The “Green Grass” only received one vote.) Can you guess the color of their jerseys?
I bought a baseball glove during lunch today. If I don’t blog as regularly, you’ll know what I’m doing.