It's a great day to be a baseball fan

Not only is today the second day of MLB honoring Jackie Robinson by wearing 42 on their jerseys (Those teams that didn't play yesterday are honoring him tonight), but both of my boys had games tonight.

At 6:00.  On opposite ends of town.  Of course.  (Spoiler Alert: Both teams won!  And both boys made some awesome plays...both at first base!)

B is with his dad this week, so I attended N's game, and it was so much fun!  We were playing some friends from his team last fall, so I had people to talk to.  Not only that, but my friend Angela (her son is one of N's best pals) messaged me on Facebook to find out when his game was, so they came, too!  It was like a mini-reunion.  Three of the boys were playing, one was watching (he's playing Select ball this season), and all the moms were catching up.

It did my soul some good.  I absolutely adore these ladies.  I'm so glad we got lumped together last fall, and I wish we were playing together again this season.  Hopefully next season will find us with more familiar faces on our team.

The Giants ended up winning against the Reds.  I took a picture of my Giant and me before we left for his game, and was so thrilled that we got a good shot on the first try!  It never happens, nor does N EVER let me take pictures of him.

It was a big deal.  Also, I have mentioned on multiple occasions (especially today) that each time I put on anything "Giants" related, a little piece of me dies a little.  I'm so glad B's on the Rangers.  We talked about how they ended up being the Giants, and it basically boils down to this...the coach allowed his son to choose the team.  I told him to pick a team with a light colored shirt next time.  He agreed.

All was right with the world after that.  N played first base for a couple of innings, then he pitched.  And he wasn't happy about it...in fact, he was unhappy enough that the coach pulled him from pitching and then N had a bit of a pity party.  Later, after the game, and after N found out his friend came to watch him and was running all over the place with a BLUE snowcone.  On a school night.  Ahem.  Anyway, I got a text asking if N was okay, and asking if there was anything he could do.  He who?  Exactly my thought.  So I text back, asking if it was N's coach.  I don't have his number.

It was.  Which was a relief.  Because who knows?  Anyway, I think N is loving this season a whole lot more than he claims to.  He's having a ton of fun...and I'm loving the parents.  Not as much as I love my moms from last season, but they're fun.  And practice?  Well, it's never boring when they show up.  In fact, we have a doubleheader this weekend, and had a mini-mom sign-up sheet.  I'm bringing mimosas.  Haha!  So fun!

The blue cooler will be out in full force!

Aubs