For the record, I haven't given up on my newest squat challenge. I don't think I've even mentioned it, but despite the fact that I think I might be dying, I'm not quitting. In fact, with each squat, I hack up a little piece of my lung. It's a fantastic system. This round has higher expectations...I'm on day 10 and already at 105 squats. I'll let you know if I make it to the end with both of my lungs intact.
Tonight was N's baseball game with the stand-in coach, since his coach is on the West coast for work. All day, I was fielding emails about whether or not the game would take place. It was 80 yesterday, and today it never got over 50...and it drizzled/sprinkled all day. The game took place, much to the chagrin of, well, all of the parents. And it was cold. It made my hacking come out in full force. It was so attractive.
And apparently, it was. But more about that later.
We played a shortened game because of the state mandated testing that's happening tomorrow for 4th & 5th graders. Apparently, nobody informed the umpires of our desire to start early and/or end promptly at 7:00 because they were not early. At all. When we finally got underway, the fun began. N was catching, partially because he loves it, but also because he has his own gear. Why? Because he has the greatest mom in the entire world, that's why. But don't ask him. He won't give you that answer...or maybe he will, if he knows what's good for him! The only other 5th grader on the team was pitching, and they got us off to a great start.
I've always thought N was a good catcher, partially because I'm his mom I'm sure, but tonight, he showed everyone what he could do. On two wild pitches, runners tried to steal home, and each time, thanks to the teamwork of N and his pitcher, they were tagged out before the crossed home plate. TWICE! He also caught runners stealing third twice, but only one of them was picked off because the kid playing third wasn't paying attention. He was so proud of himself. And so was his mom.
In the last half inning, one of the Cardinals popped a ball up behind home plate, and N ran for it. He flipped his helmet and ran back, glove extended, and collided with the concrete "curb" and fence. He ricocheted off the fence, and the ball ricocheted off his eye socket. He was so angry with himself, but if he'd made that catch...well, it would've been spectacular!
It just so happened that the commissioner of the league was at our game tonight. He's coaching the All Stars tournament team this summer, and N has been told to try out. He watched N extremely closely, and came over to sit by me to discuss the schedule and to make sure N was coming to tryouts. He's already recruiting, apparently. Our boys took the game 4-1. The Cardinals had a full team, and we played with 8, so the boys were super proud of themselves. And our stand-in coach did a fantastic job.
N and I have been at odds for the past day or two, and it's kind of silly, really. I was wearing a dress on Sunday with my cowboy boots, and we went to take team pictures. When we got back in the car AFTER pictures, N told me I needed to stop embarrassing him:
N: Mom, will you please stop embarrassing me?
Me: What?! What did I even do?
N: You have to know.
Me: I have no idea. There could be so many ways you think I'm embarrassing you. About you not smiling for pictures?
N: No, Mom. You DO know I can see your underwear through your dress, right?
Me: Oh my God, no you can't.
N: Yeah. I can. It says 'Designated Kisser' on your butt.
Me: Holy, shit, seriously? I'm so embarrassed.
N: You mean, you didn't do it on purpose?
Me: N, seriously? I had no clue that you could see through my dress...Wait. Why didn't you tell me?!
N: I thought you knew.
Oh, fabulous. See, there are a couple of parents who have had conversations with me lately that aren't necessarily baseball related. And both of them have mentioned that I looked beautiful on Sunday, which makes me wonder...did they see "Designated Kisser" on my behind, too?
I blame all of this on Craig Simpson and his stupid Yankees. And our horrible bet on the World Series a couple of years ago.
I just had to get that off my chest.
It's hard to determine if they did, in fact, see that because that would require asking them. So I'm keeping my mouth shut. I seriously never thought my life would be this bizarre.
It IS me though, so I probably should've learned by now to expect the unexpected...like the coach's son asking me to paint his nails orange so he could show team spirit. That kid...he cracks me up!
This is such a fun team! I'll really miss them...all of them, kids and parents.
Aubs
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