May 20, 2013
It was a big baseball weekend here at Cactus-Fish headquarters. Both kids are in the middle of their respective seasons, both of which have games scheduled for Saturdays. Mia plays machie-pitch, the machine closely resembling some medieval torture device designed to hurl rocks at witches. Luckily, Mia's got a wicked strong swing and an insane arm so she can look after herself. Owen plays t-ball which would be fine if a) Beth wasn't the coach and b) Beth had two fully functional feet.
If you're on the East Coast, you're probably thinking "hey, it rained all day Saturday so they couldn't have played." But we did. Mia's game actually took place during the two hours of heaviest rain that day. Thirty kids played like pros in pouring rain and though Mia's team didn't win (honestly, one of the rare times they didn't), they were awesome. No one complained.
Owen's game was a little weird too in that the other team didn't show up. We're guessing that some wimpy coach told their team the game was cancelled and didn't bother to inform anyone else. So Owen's team played against all the parents who brought them. It was pretty awesome considering that every single parent played and, seemingly, had fun.
I know there are horror stories about team sports and the participants' parents and domineering coaches. I'm lucky that I have yet to see any evidence. In fact, I've seen the exact opposite - parents who are interested in their kid's activities and coaches who do their best to teach and have fun.
Still, wet balls are no fun.Posted by Chris at May 20, 2013 8:20 AM