talkin' (little league) baseball
If you need to de-stress, go watch a Little League game. Even though it was about 100 degrees and humid, it was still the best two hours of my week. He's so happy this year becausee heo has a really good team (and coaches) behind him - his pitching is great but the defense that backs him up is stellar. And his hitting has improved about 100% since last year. Baseball is the greatest thing for DJ's self-esteem, which is usually lacking. I love watching this team; for two hours these kids are nothing but fiercely determined and competitive. They have their game faces on the whole time. And the minute the game ends, both teams - no matter who wins - are running around the field, game faces gone and six inning forgotten as they douse each other in water or converge for a conversation about guitars or the Yankees. Not one kid knows their own personal stats (though the parents keep track - we do get some bragging rights, if only to ourselves) and they don't care. They play a hard as pros for two hours and then go back to being little kids as soon as the game is over. I wish I had that capacity to take something so seriously and then let it go when necessary. oh, who am I kidding? My son rocks. He's batting better than Jeter and pitching better than half the Yankee staff. The other coaches come around just to watch him play. His fielding would put half the major leagues to shame. Hey, I'm a parent. I have the right to do that.