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Take me out to the ball game
By Me | June 12, 2007
I usually have a space of time in the early mornings (in between bouts of throwing children out of the house) which I told myself was perfect for updating this blog. We see how long that lasted. ::sigh::
Slugger Ricky is playing left field (almost typed ‘left fiend’ - wonder what Freud would say about that?) for the Moose Lodge [insert an animal or something here] team. Other teams are sponsored by and named for such exciting entities as Mang Insurance and Mirabito Fuel.
It’s good that Ricky has found a sport he seems to like to play. His dad is getting into it, too, dredging up ancient memories of playing baseball as a kid in Texas.
Sadly, Mom is not a baseball fan. In fact, Mom feels that baseball has got to be the most boring sport ever invented, with the possible exceptions of golf and curling.
Eventually, I suppose I will find myself dragged to one of his games where I will have to try to appear enthusiastic as I yawn my way through the six innings that they play at this level.
But never mind me. Ricky and Dad are happy. They’re doing that inter-generational male sport bonding thing. I would never dream of interfering.
[tags]baseball, little league, father/son bonding[/tags]
Topics: Boy People |
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