Go MuckDogs - Game Two!

I have never been a big fan of sports. I am definitely not big on playing them myself, and have always been sort of anti watching them as well. Most sports involve grown men, a ball and a lot of repetitive action...same thing over and over and over again.

I will confess to liking watching hockey - but only in person. First - usually cute boys, mostly with long hair........always action - someone is usually doing something I don't expect - and the games don't take all day - hockey time is real time (unlike that 30 seconds in football that can take two days).

BUT, I am truly surprised at the joy I find in watching t-ball. If you haven't been to a t-ball game lately - let me send you a schedule!

There is comedy - in this game, boys batted and ran to 3rd instead of first, sandcastles (quite interesting ones) were built in between 2nd and 3rd base, children had whole conversations with their mommy about snack.......from 1st base, and let's not forget that little boy that went after the ball right after it was hit, caught it and yelled "Coach Bobby - I got it" - only problem, he was wearing a batting helmet and supposed to be running home!

There is sappy moments worthy of a good drama movie - nothing is cuter than tiny people in uniform, little girls with pink batting helmets, pink gloves (that change colors if they catch the ball), pink bats - and sometimes- pink fairy wings over their red/black uniform - or at the very least ribbons on their socks, kids that get so excited when they hit the ball that forget to run to 1st base opting instead to yell "Daddy - I hit it!", proud fathers on cell phones in the bleachers sharing "he hit it - without the tee - you should have been here!"

There are coaches who normally coach teenagers who follow directions - who now are chasing four year olds around attempting to get someone to play 3rd base without running off the field toward the playground. Coaches trying not to get hit by the bat because - well, they are four and they swing with all they've got, with no particular skill. Coaches who try to pitch to people with a strike zone with the width of a pencil - and who move when they are batting. Coaches who love their kids and donate their time - and who at the end of the night are just proud papas (yes, our daddy is one of those!).

So as not to miss my chance to boast - yes, our kid hit the ball from the pitch - and played first base. Never was a four year old more ready to tag someone out - especially since no one on our team knows that you can throw to first!