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Motherhood: Season One of T-ball erupts into laughter and memories
America’s favorite past time isn’t high on my list of entertainment items. No offense to the baseball fans out there, I just find it boring (although I do enjoy the Dayton Dragons).
Having played softball back in the day, I know the basics of the game. But once fast pitch was upon me I opted for the much “safer” sport of horseback riding.
Naturally though, my eldest son (afraid of horses) has decided that baseball is the greatest sport ever and could not wait for his first T-ball season to begin.
Practice time got under way in April. Watching a co-ed team of 4 and 5-year-olds? High on the entertainment list. My kudos to the patient coaches.
We watched from the bleachers as the herd of preschoolers chased after each ball from one end of the field to the other — paying no mind to their “position.” The girls, clad in their pink batting helmets and matching pink gloves, convened on the field for gossip sessions while the boys played in the dirt.
After a few meetings such as this, it was game time. Noah donned his maroon jersey, spiffy new baseball pants and treasured cleats like a pro on his first opening day in the majors. He collected his tiny bat and glove and headed to the chariot that would transport him, officially, to the world of Little League.
Opening Day at the baseball park was like a reunion of childhood friends. All of us who were once team-mates are now the parents cheering on the kids. Fortunately, a game of T-ball is played in just two innings or 1.5 hours — whichever comes first.
From the sidelines, I counted eight — yes, eight — parent/coaches on the field at one point, attempting to maintain some sort of organization to the game.
After wrangling the little ones in and out of the dugout and onto the field; keeping up a batting order; and repeating, “Pay attention!” — I realized exactly why the game time was limited to 90 minutes — because the coaches just might collapse from exhaustion.
Much different from a coach/friend who told to me, “My daughter’s team was voted ‘neatest dugout’!” Seriously? You have time to beautify their holding pen?
I know this is just the beginning of the sporting event chaos we will likely endure, but it does make for fun, memorable moments of which will whiz by like a fastball.
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