Little League Wars
The Coach has dialed it up a notch. Out of pure spite, she put in all the scrubs as starters and benched her beloved all-stars at Friday's game. Any reasonable person would have split the difference - half of the "good" kids and half the "substitutes". She was more interested in proving a point. Dylan rocked third base, but they still got blown out.
Cut to Sunday's game. The kids are hanging in but then the pitcher loses his mojo. Suddenly they're down by nine.
Last inning. It's down to the final out. One runner on base. And Chunky Little Girl Who Doesn't Even Like Baseball And Never Even Swings At A Pitch gets up to bat. One of our scrubs. You know it just killed The Coach not to sub in one of her kids, but remember, she's got a point to prove. The girl takes a strike, and then two balls in a row. Maybe she'll walk, but probably she'll go down looking. And then, miracle of all miracles, THE KID HITS THE FRIGGIN BALL.
Everyone on the field froze in shock and then she turned and started chugging to first. She was going to get thrown out, clearly, and then MIRACLE NUMBER TWO, they overthrew first. The scrub was safe! Our entire side of the field went completely apeshit. Parents, kids, coaches, everyone. I've never cheered so hard for someone else's kid in my life.
They lost - again - but let me tell you something. I have not seen that girl smile once in six games. She never looks like she wants to be there and probably isn't by choice. But she came walking off that field with an ear to ear grin, got hugs and high fives from her entire team, and generally looked like it was Christmas morning.
Finally, these kids are having fun.
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Okay, I'm done writing about Little League, I promise. Unless I get into a catfight with The Coach and there's scratching and hair-pulling. If that happens, you get pictures.
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Three Word Movie Review: The Omen
Waste.
Of.
Time.
Shocking!
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Busy week. The kids get out of school, my sister gets back to the country, and I have a Secret Project that may become a Major Life Change. Blogging may be a little sparse in the next few days. Will do what we can.
Cut to Sunday's game. The kids are hanging in but then the pitcher loses his mojo. Suddenly they're down by nine.
Last inning. It's down to the final out. One runner on base. And Chunky Little Girl Who Doesn't Even Like Baseball And Never Even Swings At A Pitch gets up to bat. One of our scrubs. You know it just killed The Coach not to sub in one of her kids, but remember, she's got a point to prove. The girl takes a strike, and then two balls in a row. Maybe she'll walk, but probably she'll go down looking. And then, miracle of all miracles, THE KID HITS THE FRIGGIN BALL.
Everyone on the field froze in shock and then she turned and started chugging to first. She was going to get thrown out, clearly, and then MIRACLE NUMBER TWO, they overthrew first. The scrub was safe! Our entire side of the field went completely apeshit. Parents, kids, coaches, everyone. I've never cheered so hard for someone else's kid in my life.
They lost - again - but let me tell you something. I have not seen that girl smile once in six games. She never looks like she wants to be there and probably isn't by choice. But she came walking off that field with an ear to ear grin, got hugs and high fives from her entire team, and generally looked like it was Christmas morning.
Finally, these kids are having fun.
Okay, I'm done writing about Little League, I promise. Unless I get into a catfight with The Coach and there's scratching and hair-pulling. If that happens, you get pictures.
Three Word Movie Review: The Omen
Waste.
Of.
Time.
Shocking!
Busy week. The kids get out of school, my sister gets back to the country, and I have a Secret Project that may become a Major Life Change. Blogging may be a little sparse in the next few days. Will do what we can.
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