I’m finding myself missing baseball.
We haven’t had a summer without baseball games since Bobby was 5. I thought I would be excited to have a summer free but it turns out I’m missing going to the games and sitting there for hours listening to parents yell at their children and umpires and coaches.
When I put it that wait, I’m not missing it.
I am missing taking the boys up to games. They always enjoyed going to the ballpark and hanging out for a few hours and getting some extra attention.
I was feeling desperate last week and I almost took Leroy to Bobby’s girlfriends game. For all of you that have been reading this blog since Bobby was 7, I’ll give you time to take that in.
So I dropped Bobby off at the game and told him maybe I would be up later to watch some of it. Bobby’s response was:
“Please no. God no.”
So I told him I was kidding and I would pick him later when he texted me he was ready.
Well I got bored and an hour later I was thinking how I could send him into a total panic with 20 girls playing baseball so I sent him this text:
“Where are you? I brought Leroy up to the game.”
“No. Please no. Where are you?”
“I’m by the sign. I’m the lady being dragged by the bear.” I texted while laughing my ass off.
“I don’t see you but please go home.” He responded back.
So then I sent him the little laughing emoji and added another check to reasons why I’m the worst mom ever.
You see Bobby knew that Leroy would be a bench clearer and would totally draw attention from every teenage girl at the ballpark that day. He’s seen it happen for the last 7 years. He’s cool with that. He’s not so cool with the person at the end of the leash.
What could be worse than all the girls at the ballpark surrounding your mother?
Not much when you’re 13.
Anyway, this joke got me thinking about the missed opportunities I’ve had over the years at the ballpark.
How many games could we have won if I would of used Sherman and Leroy’s distracting capabilities?
When I would take the dogs to the ballpark I always tried to do it in the least distracting way. I would come before the game started so everyone would have a chance to see the big dog or if I was late, I would sneak in and sit clear across the ballpark so as not to cause a disturbance in the middle of the game.
But what if I would of walked in in the top of the 9th with the game tied?
What if I would of let Leroy walk along the first base line?
What if bases were loaded but the visiting team was so distracted by the dog that looked like a bear that the pitcher threw a slow pitch and Bobby hit it out of the park to win the game?
How many dog damn chances did I miss to be there for my team when they needed me the most?
The scenarios are endless.
My opportunities gone.
It’s really not cheating. It’s more distracting. Players are not suppose to be distracted. Never. Ever.
Not even by bears. If their distracted by bears they can be distracted by anything.
So in reality I’m putting their skills to the test.
I’m a skills tester.
That’s my plan for next year.
I’m gonna test their skills 🙂
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