Take Me Out to the Ball Game!

Yes friends, it is baseball season. Time to spend your Saturdays cheering for your kids and praying you don’t keel over from heat exhaustion.

When my middle kid was in 1st grade he asked his coach why a cup was not part of the provided uniform. “Uh, you’re going to have to talk about that one with your parents,” coach replied as he fought back laughter. Now I can tackle most things my kids throw at me head on, but that one got tossed to Dad. 

The fun begins when they actually do get their cup. It is like a spectator sport, its own little game within the game.  I have heard tell of boys wearing their cup on the outside of the uniform, wearing their cups to church so they can ‘get used to it’ and leaving the cup on the living room table after the game.

My youngest kid doesn’t even wear one yet and he is still out there checking to see if he is anatomically complete. I have thought of a great drinking game for all us spectators. Every time my kid touches his crotch, we take a shot. We would be absolutely hammered by the second inning. No driving for you, yerrrr out!

Last week, due to our recent lice infestation, all the moms yelled into the dugout, “Don’t put Christopher’s batting helmet on for ANY reason!” How could I blame them.

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