Kat's Playbook

Mr. T is playing baseball and on a real team.  Not like soccer that we tried and it was more of a an activity with parents and kids running through hula hoops.  The real deal.  It is still of course chaos with 4-year-olds running to the wrong bases, throwing the ball at each other instead of tagging with their mitt, and kids getting tired and sitting down.  But it is so much fun and I know it is just the beginning.  

What really annoys me is snack.  Obviously some parents complained before the season started and said they did not want to do a team snack due to allergies, junk food....or whatever.  I responded saying I didn't care one way or another.  But now the truth is...I totally care.  

I WANT SNACK TIME.  Instead, each week we pack (or forget to pack) a little snack just for Mr. T.  Where as before, it would have just been our duty for one week.  But that is not my biggest issue.  It really comes down to bonding.  Not that Mr. T needs more friends at this point, but to be honest, I hardly know any of the kids on the team.  Their jerseys do not have names and the parents just sit in their camping chairs and do not really mingle.  Personally, I do not need any new friends either.  But when Mr. T finishes a game and has no idea who he played with, it simply just annoys me.  

Am I asking that we all feed peanuts to each other and hope that no kid needs to inject any needles???  No.  Back in my soccer days it was orange slices and juice at half time.  EVERY TIME.  and I loved it!!  We all loved it.  Seriously....is it that hard to cut up oranges?  Or will some be offended that they are perhaps not organic.  Get over it.  If these kids are going to learn how to play on a team, they need to bond and know who the heck their teammates are.  And just like the reality in the adult world...bonding occurs over food (and drinks).  

Totally out of my go-to-bed-at-9pm-on-weekdays character...but I finally made it to a Rockies game last night with my Dearest Manda, and even indulged in a few microbrews (shocker). Only downfall was a missed all the drama with the Bachelor Pad.  I hear there were lots of tears...but don't worry, I totally DVR'd it!

But the game was great.  Company was fantastic and I even learned a couple of things.  One - all pin stripes on baseball uniforms are navy...no matter what the team colors are. Crazy!  Two - the term southpaw originated from left handed pitchers because home base was always west and therefore the leftys faced south.  Interesting....who would have thought!! 

Ask me about football and I will talk your ear off.  But baseball is a foreign world to me.  I even started a Baseball Fantasy League this year with Gator Guy with hopes that I would learn more.  From the league I conclude with the following:

1.  I still do not know any thing more about baseball than I did before.  This is supported by the fact that I have not changed anything on my team since day one and have now gone from 10th to 3rd place.  Wish Fantasy Football was that easy.  

2.  I created a team of pervs.  Seriously. I named the league Ball Smackers (long story, but the short version is some drunk guy kept yelling out Ball Smackers on the train.  I thought I was so funny that I wrote it down on my sudoku and decided to name any kickball or baseball team after it.)  Gator Guy and I determined that we should leave the league public just to see if we got anyone else.  Well, I built it...and they came. Example team names are:  Family Jewels, Blue Balls, and Big Long Balls.  Seriously....I created a league for all the pervs.  Well done Kat.  Well done.