I suppose there was something in the spring air, back when it was 30 degrees COOLER, that caused me to lose my mind and sign the boys up for summer t-ball. I cannot tell you what I was thinking. Except that I WASN'T.
The boys had their first practice on Monday, and if you follow me on Twitter, you might have noticed that the only word to properly describe it was "fiasco." It had nothing to do with ten inexperienced 4-6 year olds wielding aluminum "swords," and everything to do with the complete lack of organization on the coach's part (who showed up about 40 min. late) and the fact that we all PAID for the pleasure of standing around on a field with no shade in 100 degree 100% humid weather. Even the "breeze" felt similar to when you open your preheated oven and get slapped in the face with the winds of hell.
Here are the boys with their pal, Leah Aren't they all just brimming with delight? This picture? Was the theme of the entire evening.
Last night's practice was the second of three practices before the inaugural game on Tuesday. We were informed on Monday night that we have the distinct honor of being the only team who will be squeezing in 3 practices in prior to game day.
You know, because small children really need the extra practice for a game where no one keeps score, everyone bats, and there's no declared winner.
I will admit that the practice went slightly better than Monday's. The coach was only 10 minutes late.
The children ran the bases a couple of dozen times to get the "hang" of basically running in a misshapen circle and practiced throwing and catching. I use the terms "throwing" and "catching" extremely loosely. Overall, the boys seemed to enjoy themselves a teensy bit more.
Unless "enjoyment" is measured by the amount of whining about the heat or their individual levels of thirst which apparently reached deathly proportions. Then they didn't enjoy themselves at all.
I'm telling you, our anticipation and excitement over the coming season is palpable. We absolutely can't WAIT...for it to end.