I\'m Summer, a mouthy, sarcastic bitch. I\'m passionate about natural birth, long term breastfeeding, and living naturally. I curse too much, love tattoos, and will some day be crushed to death by my book collection. I homeschool, dream of gardening, and swing to the left. 
Are You Ready For Some T-Ball?
Today Evan has his first t-ball game.
Except he doesn’t. So it’s not really a game, it’s just a scrimmage. The kids don’t even have their shirts yet, or know the name of the team. And the only reason they’re even doing it now is because the practice field got double booked and the coaches decided to have a short scrimmage instead of fight over who gets to practice.
But to two of us it’s a huge deal. Evan, the overly excited t-ball player who can’t contain himself. And his mother. To us this might as well be the World Series of Major League Baseball. Unfortunately no one else shares our nervous excitement. Not even the baseball junkie himself.
“It’s not a real game, it’s just a scrimmage.”
That’s his response to my constant nagging to get home early today and make it to the game. Just a scrimmage? JUST A SCRIMMAGE? My baby is going to be out there playing t-ball amongst another set of boys. Sure it will mostly be running around like the Keystone Cops, but I’ll be on the bleachers screaming my heart out for him. Because I’m the mommy and that’s what I do.
Not a real game? Hmph! You just watch my baby play.
I remember my days of T-Ball. I think I almost struck out once. I eventually found swimming where my hand/eye coordination didn’t have to be so good [smile].
Good luck on the game (even if it is a scrimmage)!
~Luke
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They don’t keep score in Tball, and usually every player gets an at bat every inning with no regard for the number of outs, and every kid is in the field with no regard for positions.
Every game is a scrimmage!
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I like that last note. Wow…tball. *sniff*