I went to see James play baseball last night. While my son isn’t particularly gifted at sports and inherited the coordination of a three-legged, blind giraffe from me, he does look super-adorable in a baseball cap.
I have been to one professional baseball game in my life. I was totally bored. I thought, “I can’t imagine being at a more boring sports event than professional baseball”.
Try baseball for 10-12 year-olds. (i.e-A game where 97% of points are scored by players getting “Walked”. Sigh)
I know, I know. My son is in it. I should LOVE IT! Be supportive! Excited! Sis-boom-bah and rah-rah-rah!
I am just not a fan of sports and there it is. Don’t get me wrong, I love supporting my son and I watched him when he was at bat or on base, but most of the time I had to listen to Christopher proclaim that he was going to “Parish from his throat being so parched” and being completely cheesed at me because I had no cash for the concessions stand.
The rest of the time? I had my trusty IPOD and a book.
Granted, having James as a son means that watching was slightly more entertaining/mortifying. Mortifying because he decided to act like a “Homie” 80% of the time. (By the way, I have already determined that if my son ever tries wearing the “Boxers showing over jeans that sit halfway down his butt” look I will PERSONALLY STAPLE THE WAISTBAND TO HIS FOREHEAD.) The rest of the time he acted like Richard Simmons on crack by doing an aerobically-enhanced dance of joy for every base he landed on.(As partially seen below)
Fortunately, he focused when it counted.
Our team won. Yippee! I’m sure this means that I can look forward to more of these events in my future. It’s just what happens as a parent. You sit through three billion hours of concerts, plays,soccer games, parent teacher conferences and recitals. It’s just what parents do.
Do you know what else parents do? They mend “Owies” and we have had a pretty bad one in our house this morning.
Christopher went to school at 8:30 AM. I got a sobbing phone call at 8:43 from him and couldn’t understand what he was saying so he put the school secretary on the line. Apparently, Christophee got smacked in the face by a kids shoes on the playground.
He’s a pretty miserable little guy right now and I am trying to baby him. I was going to go out and get my passport photo and application turned in, but I guess it will have to wait until this afternoon or tomorrow.