I saw my own high stakes baseball game yesterday. The River Cats took on the Thunder, I think. River Cats are a rust red color. Rollie is #9. I was so proud – he is really improving in his fielding skills. He helped make two outs in one inning! (This is huge for t-ball.)
The shortstop fields the ball. . .
He bobbles it!
He recovers.
The throw to second!
The runner’s out!
Yeah!
Coach Fred comes out to bump the rock!
The fist bump!
But you win some, you lose some.
Line drive, past the third baseman, Rollie J!
Look at him hustle!
That’s gonna be an error on Johnson, folks!
The left fielder picks it up.
We just keep on telling him it’s not about winning, it’s about how you play the game. You always wear your helmet to bat. You wait patiently in the hole. You listen to the dugout mom.
You practice your swing when you’re on deck.
You choke up the bat and keep your eye on the ball.
You swing for the wall!
You run it out, no matter what.
Don’t worry about where the ball is, just run it out!
You make sure you touch the bag!
And you lead off a little at third, keeping your eye on the batter, and listening to the coach for the go-ahead.
I am so proud of my boy. He’s really getting it. And I think he is enjoying it, too. And that’s the best part.
So cute! What I’ve learned is NEVER agree to be dugout mom.
Oh, yeah. No, do not be dugout mom.