Back to Little League. Last Saturday was opening day. Seventy teams with at least 10 players per team and their parents and siblings marched from the fire station to the ball field. It was quite a procession in the chilly morning air. There was no marching band, but we were led by a fire truck.
After arriving at the field, each team was introduced, memorials made, past glories relived, and the National Anthem sung. The first pitch of the season was thrown, as was my schedule for the next couple of months.
The Cincinnati Reds uniform would have been my team of choice, but I'll have to live with a San Francisco Giant. Interestingly, two of the coaches grew up in Cincinnati, and one of the other dads grew up there and went to the University of Cincinn
ati (my alma mater). Having grown up there during the years when they won the World's Series, I had to settle for William wearing #5 - Johnny Bench's number. It seems a little too co-incidental that parents of four kids grew up in Cincinnati.So, after, there was a game - and you've not seen a more exciting professional game. We lost by one run but we had the loudest parent cheering section ever. More on the game tomorrow.
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Notes:
Knowing that a storm was approaching, I ran to the barn, did all the stalls and laid out food, put in the minis and Phantom, and called for the remaining three "big" horses. They would not come as it was only 3 p.m. Tough for them - I did not want to get hit by lightening. Their stubbornness caused them to have to tolerate hail moments later. Maybe they'll learn to come when I call.
Lightening is flashing outside, so I'll close for now.
7 comments:
What a lovely taste of America!
I enjoyed this post very much, then the animals and hail part was exciting and evocative. Thanks for generously sharing your life with us. Aloha, Sistah
Hope all is well after the storm. (Little League is big here too)
I love little league baseball! You'll be a busy camper for a while!
Little League is a true American tradition, isn't it. I hope that everyone realized why it is called playing a game and has fun with it.
Ah, you brought back some nostalgic moments for me with this post. I can remember my parents taking me to several Cinci-Reds games as a child, my mother was ga-ga over catcher Johnny Bench.
Even as young as I was at the time, I can still remember several of the players: Pete Rose, Mario Soto, Consequo(sp?), and I think Ken Griffey if I'm not mistaken.
Takes me back a long way. My (nearly) 30-year old is starting winter soccer this week, too! Much fun.
When she was in Waterloo U. we visited and she played there. Down memory lane!
Busy Easter w/e for us. We had a grand visit with everyone for the first time in a long, long time. Jesse went for a (cold) swim. Oh my.
I had fun with Little League as a kid, though my older brother seemed to have all the talent. Hope William has a great season!
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