Thankfully His Aim Was A Little Off

Tonight was the first night of softball practice for Katie. I thought the child was going to jump right out of her skin waiting for the time to leave. I didn’t even have to tell her to get her stuff together eight million times like I have to do every other single time we leave the house.

Tonight was a gathering of 4 teams on one field. That’s a lot of 10 year old little girls. That’s also a lot of bats swinging and balls flying. Luckily there were no injuries tonight. Unless you count the hundreds of sore muscles those coaches are going to have from stretching all kind of different ways trying to catch the wild throws of those girls. Next time I’m taking a giant bottle of Motrin to pass out to all of them.

Just making use of my talents. And hoping if I do that they won’t ask me to be the team mother and plan parties.

Hearing the bats hitting the balls and the balls smacking into the girl’s gloves took me right back to by playing days.

So did seeing several people spit.

I had forgotten about the spitting.

That’s not something you see much at soccer games.

Thankfully it was not the coaches that were spitting. It was the parents.

One dad spit twice right in front of my shoes. I had to resist the urge to slug give him a dirty look.

But now that I know his daughter isn’t on Katie’s team…

All bets are off.