Monday, May 01, 2006
Wabbit Season, Duck Season, Baseball Season
Today, my boy is a man. He has played his first baseball game. Good ol' number 10.
Okay, so he's only 6 years old and it's only T-ball, but it's a start. For those unfamiliar with T-ball, let me give you the executive summary. Instead of hitting a ball from a pitcher, you hit a stationary ball off a tee. Instead of being called out when the ball beats you to first base, you always get there safely. Instead of changing sides when there are three outs, the whole team gets to bat in each inning. (I guess that is a corollary to the "everybody gets to first safely" rule.) Instead of the game ending after a certain number of innings, it ends when it is too dark and/or cold to play, or when the parents start to complain too vociferously*.
Most parents on Long Island want their children to grow up to be doctuhs and loiyuhs. I know it's a long shot, but it would be kind of cool if my son became a baseball player. He says "astronaut" now, but I have some time to work on him.
*Jackie's favorite word
Camera: Nikon D70s