The Big Game

Gabe spent the two days between practice and his first tball game referring to it as “the big game.” Seriously, his excitement level over all of this is adorable. You’d think he was playing in the World Series...

That said, he did really well. His first hit made it into the outfield. I don’t remember where the rest of them went, but he was hitting well. In the field, when he was infield, he was convinced that they should throw it to him every time (we’re going to have to work on that one...) and in the outfield he sat on the cone with his mitt on the ground. That’s about right for tball, right???

Seriously, the game was adorable. At one point the batter, the runner on first and the runner on second were all gathered together over by the pitcher, rather than running to their own bases. One kid would hit the ball in what was basically a glorified bunt, then just stand there and grin, refusing to put down the bat or run, because he was so excited and proud of himself. It was adorable!!

It was also cold and wet and muddy, but that’s life when you play baseball around here...

And as I washed the mud out of his uniform I thought “well, this is just the beginning. I’m a baseball mom now.”