Mitch had a play-off baseball game Friday night. I got there late. It was the top of the 5th and our team was up by 5. Looks good to me. And by the way, even if they were down by 5, we’re talking 11 and 12 year olds. This shouldn’t be white-knuckle seriousness… It’s Little League.
I don’t know the parents on the team. I have missed a majority of the games, but since there seems to be about 2 a week, I am not feeling too bad about it. (Besides, between our family and the ex’s family, there are always at least 2 family members at his games…)
Our team is up by 5 and in the outfield. A kid on the other team who had been really struggling with his hitting was on deck. There is a runner on 3rd base when he goes up to bat. Strike, ball, strike… there is a spectacularly ugly swing and he connects with the ball in a downward trajectory. The ball smacks the ground about 3 feet from the plate and stops.
The batter seems momentarily stunned, as does our catcher. Each hesitates a split second before reacting. The runner on 3rd is already headed home. Our catcher fields the ball and can’t decide if he should try to make the play at home or at 1st. He opts for the play at 1st and overthrows the ball. The Little Batter That Could (LBTC) is cheered on to get to 2nd. Our 1st baseman overthrows to the 2nd baseman, and our center fielder isn’t backing him up. LBTC makes it to 3rd and then is waved home by his coaches.
LBTC got a Home Run out of a hit that rolled 3 feet away from home plate. It was like watching Charlie Brown actually get to kick the football.
Now while this play is unfolding on the field, our parents in the bleachers are acting like it’s the end of the world. Despite the fact that they are sitting directly in front of signs that say POSITIVE COMMENTS ONLY, shouts of “Aw Come ON!!!” or “Get it together Red Sox!!” or “What’s the matter with you guys!!!!” fill the air.
In sharp contrast to this Group Grumbling is me: I am rocking back and forth, laughing my ass off and clapping my hands. I am literally in tears, laughing.
Come on you guys. Really! Why so serious? Our team is way ahead, it’s like watching the Keystone Cops out there. A little kid on the other team, who probably had a totally crappy season, just got a home run during a play-off game… from a hit that went 3 feet.
Does it matter that he’s not on our team?
He’s a little kid… can’t you just be happy for him, even if it is because our kids screwed up in order to make it possible? Can’t you see the humor in the situation?
Does this render me ineligible to be a true sports mom? It does? Oh well.