a baseball game...

... is simply a nervous breakdown divided into nine innings. Earl Wilson

who would have guessed that i would love baseball? i loved going to baseball games, even when the wind was blowing at gale force! who would have known that i might be one of those moms yelling encouragement? who would have know that i'd be one of those moms who was willing push another mom off the bleachers for talking smack about my team?!?


how did it happen that i would get so passionate about a sport? much to dave's disappointment, i don't feel the same way about soccer--although, it's very touching to see the guys all shin-padded and adidias-up'd just like their dad when i first met him.



but it turns out that i really like baseball. i like that it's organized into nice tidy innings with three understandable outs. it's simple enough for my sports-simple mind to grasp... "You throw the ball, you catch the ball, you hit the ball..." or so said Ebby Calvin LaLoosh in 1988.


but just like Nuke, my guys will need to work on their "control" when pitching! jacks has a nice arm, but walked quite a few players and came close to the other dugout... and i think that ryan's talent really may lie in shot-putting. we need to get several more pounds on him. maybe more trips to wasabi for intense sushi inhaling!


and the guys had a fun win or lose this year and had amazing coaches, so it was a great season!