Proud Mama

So.  N and I talked last night about the whole tournament team, and he's still upset, but he's really trying hard not to show it.  I wish there was something I could do to fix it, but I can't really fix this.  It comes down to a pride issue.  Even if the coach realized he made a stupid mistake (and, for the record, he did), he won't change his mind or the roster because it would mean admitting he was wrong.

And we all know how often that happens.

Anyway, I was sitting in class today, and my phone started blinking, so I checked it and discovered that I had new email.  I checked my mail, and the first thing I saw was an email from N's old coach.  It basically said that he was short players for his 9:00 game on Saturday, and how he would love for N to come play for him before our game at 10:45.  Would he be interested?  And then he congratulated him on making the tournament team...so I emailed him back and said it was the other N that was chosen for the team, and I thought that my N would want to play for him, but I'd let him know this afternoon.  His response: "Ugh, that sucks.  I just figured it was him.  He really impressed me when we played against you guys last time."

And I was a proud Mama for the rest of the day.  My boy is a hot commodity.  Other teams want him to fill in for them when they're short players, and he would probably do it...for any team except the one the tournament coach is currently coaching.  N walked home with a friend, so he called me when he got there, and I said, "Hey, Coach Chris emailed me and asked if you wanted to..." and he yelled, "I'll do it!" before I could even finish.  That's how much he adores him.  It's awesome.

B and I picked him up on our way to B's baseball game, and I reminded him that he'd have to play outfield for his old coach.  Substitute players can't play infield unless there's a serious lack of players, and they can never pitch or catch.  All of a sudden, N didn't want to do it anymore, but I told him he needed to be a versatile player.  The more positions he can play, and play well, the more valuable he becomes to his coaches and teams.  He saw the light.

And B?  Well, B got over his fear of the ball and smashed a couple of balls into the outfield.  He was so proud of himself, running the bases, and doing a little dance when he crossed home plate.  He's a mess!  They didn't win, but they played hard and they had fun, and this time, they even paid attention!

N and I went home to get some food, and then we spent a little time watching Happy Gilmore (he's never seen it) and playing Super Nintendo (Donkey Kong Kountry) before bed.  Tomorrow's going to be an early morning.

Oh boy!

Aubs