I tried to make the adults at the far end of the field look like our team coach but I couldn't squeeze any of them into my vague recollection. There was a smattering of children practicing but they were just far enough away that my 45 year old eyes couldn't quite make them out.
As we trudged across the park my son informed me that one group were girls and he most certainly did not have them on his team. The other children on the field just kept growing as we approached them until I could no longer convince myself that they were just rather tall, very overweight 7 year olds. Finally I conceded that they were indeed around 10 or 11 years old and clearly not my son's team, so we wandered back to the car to wait, in hope, for some familiar strangers who were now our teammates for the season.
Hope began to fade as carload after carload of unfamiliar faces piled onto the field. I tried to visualize the team list that was posted on my bulletin board but to no avail.
You'd think I'd know better, this being my third child 'n all. It's always something - wrong time, wrong baseball park, wrong child... Why do they have to have so many variables? Why can't they practice in the same park, on the same day, at the same time each week?
Then the inevitable happened; just as we got to the right park, with the right team at close to the right time, it began to rain...
Hmmm..that sounds vaguely familiar for some bizarre reason.
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That's funny--well, it will be in a few weeks! We had a game at one yesterday, and when we were done at 3 only one team had shown up for the 3 o'clock game. Turns out the game had been switched from 5 to 3 and only one team was told (too much reliance on email, if you ask me). We stayed and scrimmaged for a while and, sure enough, the "missing" team started straggling in shortly after 4!
ReplyDeleteOh boy, it sounds like these baseball teams are hard work!! I hope you enjoy watching as much as I do...
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