My weekends have been taken up by baseball lately. OK, not exactly taken up, but a big chunk of my Fridays have been spent at the field, either watching scrimmages or sitting through practice. Although thanks to my iphone, instead of having to sit and watch kids play catch for two hours, I can sit in the car and stream episodes of Psych or How I Met Your Mother on Netflix and eat snacks with Camille and the dog (I bring him along, but can’t let him out of the car because of the “no dogs” thing here). I guess that’s not really anything to complain about, except my butt does get numb after sitting in a tight space for so long . . .
Last week the boys had a scrimmage against the only other team in the league. I just found out that over the course of the “season” they’re going to be playing this other team 25 times. Seriously?! Wouldn’t it be acceptable to play the other team 8 times and then, I don’t know, end the season? Why can’t basketball season last 25 games? Or soccer? Those seasons are never long enough.
It really is cold enough to wear a sweatshirt. This place is crazy. It’s hotter than Oman in the summer and colder in the winter. I had heard from people who were here last winter that they needed space heaters in their villas and I couldn’t imagine it. Now I can. Yuck.
Carter thinks he’s Barry Bonds — warming up in the on deck “circle.”
Carter up to bat
Calvin is a great all-around athlete. In this case he’s at an advantage because he’s one of the oldest kids on the team, but he has natural ability at every sport he tries. He just needs a bit of killer instinct to go with it. He’s been playing pitcher, second base, and catcher.
I didn’t know he could pitch. He didn’t get that from me.
Carter playing second base. He’s doing fine, but he’s all arms and legs right now and needs to grow into his body.
His confidence hasn’t suffered any though. He thinks he’s awesome.
And Caleb? He’s not on the team anymore. Even though the coaches initially moved some of the younger kids up to make sure they had enough players, after a few games they decided they didn’t want to put them at risk of getting hit by a wild pitch (it’s happened a few times) or from physical contact with one of the older, bigger kids. Caleb could move down to the younger team, but those teams range in age from preschool to 9 years old — same problem, he’d just be on the other end of the spectrum. We decided to have him play basketball and soccer instead.
Yeah, baby girl. I’m getting tired of sitting here too.
See me in my puffy green jacket? I’m wearing my Uggs too.
Calvin struck out a few and only hit one kid (the other pitcher hit 3 or 4) in his second time pitching. Next Friday Josh will be home (yes, I know the general rule is to keep that stuff quiet until he gets home, but I’m looking for some sympathy — Josh is gone for 2 WEEKS, right in the middle of the busiest time of year!) so he can take a shift at the baseball field and I can stay home and watch Netflix from the comfort of my own couch. I love my players, but it’s not my favorite game (and to get to the nice field is about 25 minutes across the island). Hurry home, babe.