Posts Tagged ‘Little League’
Wednesday, May 9th, 2012
Sawyer has fallen in love with baseball this year.
I couldn’t be happier. Not that it’s about me. But he now wants to sit on the couch with me and watch the games on TV. He asks to play catch. He’s excited to go to practice and his games.
Tuesday he got his first chance to pitch. I warmed him up behind the dugout, reminded him to get his arm back and his foot coming forward and to imagine my glove was the TV with Call of Duty on it so he’d keep his eye on it the entire time.
And then he went onto the field and stood on the mound by himself and I quietly had a heart attack because he looked so little out there and I wanted him to do well so he’d feel good about himself and gain some confidence.
He did pretty well, considering how nervous I know he was. He even struck out the last guy.
We were so proud of him. HE was so proud of him.
Even though I aged in dog years watching it.
Here’s a VERY short highlight. It was a strike.
Wednesday, May 2nd, 2012
They had their one night game of the season, my son’s Little League team. The game is always fun; each player gets to pick their own song (Sawyer chose Jump Around by House of Pain) which plays while they’re at bat, and an announcer talks about the kids favorite food (orange chicken), Major League player (Albert Pujols), video game (Call of Duty).
This is the last level where the games don’t count. The kids just started pitching and only get four – if the batter doesn’t get on or strike out, then the coach comes in and throws three more pitches.
We were surprised to see the scoreboard was on and the runs were going up and we would have a winner. In Sawyer’s previous game, he’d only gotten one at-bat and his best friend struck him out. He cried in the dugout, sure he’d never figure out what pitches he should swing at, as they’d used a machine to pitch up until then.
Friday night, he struck out again his first time up. He lunged at the ball, his feet weren’t set, I could tell he was nervous.
While he sat in the dugout during the defensive half of an inning because there are 11 kids on the team, I snuck in and told him to take his time, set his feet and he’d be fine.
His next at-bat? He knocked a single down the first base line. The smile on his face was lit from within. He’d done it. He was standing on first and he simply glowed.
It was awesome.
His team won, 7-2.
And after, they watched their balloons soar into the night. Little kids being little kids.
Monday, February 27th, 2012
It’s February, yo. Which means, of course, it’s Little League time. ‘Cause softball started back in January. That’s part of the, er, joy, of living in Southern California.
This weekend featured Opening Day of Little League and the first game, AND a softball game for Sage, and of course they overlapped. Sawyer made a brief appearance at Sage’s game before leaving for his. When her game was over, we jumped into the car and sped over to Sawyer’s game. All while toddler wrangling. I’m still calling him a toddler until he turns three (eeks!) in less than two (holy shit!) weeks. Luckily, David was home and we could divide and conquer. Or at least divide and survive.
Aren’t they cute? The reason Xander is not in the picture is because he followed a little girl around for the entire time during Sawyer’s game. She shared her fries with him. Clearly a love connection.
I know people who are grateful to have their weekends to themselves but quite frankly if my kids want to play ball (or whatever activity they’re excited about), they’re going to have to full support of their parents. I could kvetch about driving them all over the place and sitting on a metal bleacher (as if I ever sit while my kids are playing, do you people not know me at all?). But this is what I do, as long as it’s what they want to do. Maybe you don’t think they’ll remember it, they’d rather remember spontaneous family trips. They get those, too, but I absolutely remember NOT being allowed to play. It’d be nice if I could let that go already but holding grudges is so. much. fun. Plus my kids will of course be bitching in 35 years about the times I made them go to practice instead of playing Skylanders or watching Victorious, so it’s a beautiful circle of life with which we shouldn’t mess.
Also? I’ll always have pictures.
Saturday, June 25th, 2011
You know Jared Fogle? The one who lost a ton of weight by eating Subway sandwiches and became their national spokesman?
I met him. I KNOW!
And he was lovely. Is that okay to say about a man? Because it’s true.
We chatted for about five minutes. Can you believe he’s worked for Subway for 13 years?
Jared can’t. He likes to tell his father that “Only in America” could a regular guy end up becoming famous for doing something so simple. He’s probably right.
What I really liked about Jared was how real he was. Unassuming. Honest.
So many of us struggle with our weight. Including Jared. Still.
“If you put a plate of food in front of me, I’ll eat the whole thing,” he said. “That’s just the way I am.”
And I have to say, it was interesting to hear him say that. Interesting in that it was so genuine and because it shows that eating issues don’t necessarily end when the weight is gone. Even when you’re famous for losing weight.
The event, sponsored by Subway – which provided myself and my kids with lunch – also included a meet-and-greet with former Dodgers Shawn Green and Orel Hershiser. It was for the launch of the Subway baseball deSIGNS traveling national tour, which features baseballs designed by kids and signed by celebrities.
I did a feature on Shawn and interviewed him on a couple other occasions when I covered baseball. I don’t know that I’d met Orel before.
Both were very nice and engaging. They signed Sawyer’s Little League jersey and Shawn told him to keep practicing and playing and having fun.
As a sportswriter, I would never have asked for the autograph for my kid, so it was a little odd. It’s always tough to shed that old skin. Sawyer was happy, though.
But really? Talking to baseball players doesn’t thrill me.
I was, however, totally geeked about Jared. So much so, I was too shy to ask for a picture.