Take Me Out to the Ball Game

We're still over here in full tball swing. We've watched tball wearing winter coats, we've been rained out on numerous occasions, and we've watched tball while we've sweat to death. I'm guessing that's normal. Tball might be the cutest thing. Honestly, it's probably not different than trying to heard a bunch of cats. The little ball players are constantly having to be reminded or positioned or encouraged or redirected. They sit down while they play out field, they have no idea when it's their time to bat, they leave the field to get drinks, by the time they finally get their hands on the ball everyone is at a stand still and the runner has been on base for a full 45 seconds but we encourage them to throw it to first anyway. Today I took pictures of Sage's game and the pictures make it look like the game was a lot more intense than it was. ;) I laughed to myself as I watched Sage stand in the out field, pick his nose, and wipe it on his pants. I'm kicking myself for not clicking the camera right then. I must have been too busy laughing. I'm sure Sage will be glad when he's older that moment isn't documented on film. But I feel like that scenario pretty much sums up how the game goes. The coach is really sweet and the other parents are great at rallying everyone and getting the game progressing despite kids hiding in the dug out and making sand piles on the field. Sage stood on 2nd base, filled his helmet with sand and then put it on his head. So, there's that as well. However, Sage can hit the ball well. He swings with conviction and both coaches tell me he's a little slugger. They say he's got the kind of swing you can't teach. He's just a natural. Hopefully this talent develops because Sage announced this week he is going to be a professional baseball player when he grows up. Anyway, here's my snapshots from the morning. If cuteness was a predictor of baseball success we'd be playing in the major leagues for sure.