I had NO idea what to do! Thankfully, Mom Mom had given the kids these hats she got from the UTEP basketball game that were just like black bands with hair, like the hairy balls on the Truffle Trees, sticking out of the top. I told Blaine we could glue pom poms to the band, and it would be perfect. This was not a project he was really into. He didn't care. He cared so little, when Kylee wanted to use the hot glue gun and do his project, he let her. I'm not sure if it was because he cared so little or because he was too busy training the dogs in the back yard. She did a great job, and they turned out cute.
With baseball season back in full swing, we frequent the ball park. Last night's game was an interesting one, to say the least. Blaine is really talented, and his heart is definitely in the game. {He gets that from his dad, as you will soon see.} He's been catching fly balls pretty regularly and also tagging for outs. Last night, though, he got a little overzealous and ended up in trouble. When one of our kids, a rookie, missed stopping a ball and a runner went home, our little shortstop threw his glove in the dirt. Both Joey and I saw it, and we both yelled at him. I'm not sure what Joey said, since the wind was blowing my voice in his direction, but he heard me say...from the stands..."Blaine Caleb, no, sir. Never again!" Bless his heart. He was just so into it!
Okay. Now the part about where he gets all this from his dad. We have a few new kids on our team, as I mentioned before. They do silly things like lose their hat while running for a ball and have to pick up their hat before they can throw the ball. They get the ball from the back fence and instead of throwing the ball home, they just carry it there. They watch the ball go past them with a turn of their head like they will when they're older and a good-lookin' woman walks by. You know, that kind of thing. The kind of thing that is funny....unless you are the coach who has really busted it trying to teach these kids how to play the game, going over and over and over the same things.
But last night we had blooper of all bloopers. A kid hit the ball and ran....to third base. I'm not sure at that point which was more humorous, the kid or the coach. Not Coach Coach. Coach Daddy. My husband, the coach. Coach Joey. That Coach! He LOST HIS MIND!! Y'all, I thought his jugular vein was gonna pop out the side of his neck and send blood squirting onto that poor kid. I thought we were going to have to call an ambulance and have him reeled out of there bleeding everywhere. He was shouting at this poor kid to turn around, to go back, where was he going. Finally, just before the vein popped, he said, "Just go to the dugout!"
Glad it wasnt' my kid!
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