Thursday, May 25, 2006
T-Ball Trouble...
For the past 3 weeks Jayce has been learning to play softball in a local city program with about 30 other five and six year-olds. They were split into 4 teams and practised running the bases the first week, hit the ball and took team pictures the second week, and fielded, ran and hit a bit on the third week. She's having fun and doing okay (I think the most enjoyable part for her is getting ice cream with dad afterwards).
Yesterday, their team played a game against one of the other teams. I use the word "game" loosely because, although it was set up like a softball game, Jayce's team (The Lions), was pretty unclear on the concept. I got to be the first base coach, telling kids where to run next (second base is THAT way), and telling the first baseman where to stand and to stop picking his nose.
The game was 5 innings and each kid got to hit each inning. There were no outs per sé, so everyone reached base (that "per sé" really wasn't a necessary word use, but I wanted to show people that I could get that little slanted line thing over the e). Jayce's team was NOT a well-oiled machine, while the opposition seemed to be made up of professional Japanese baseball midgets. Everything they hit (The Greyhounds) seemed to be a line drive right past second base into the outfield. After the third inning I started checking IDs as they rounded first base. The Lions really had no clue, as I don't think they had ever SEEN a game being played. They had simply practised a few skills between covering their faces with their gloves and doodling in the sand. One kid on Jayce's team was REALLY funny. He would hit the ball off the tee, and then chase it and try to pick it up before the other team could get it. It confused everybody!
Thankfully, the game was over pretty quick and the kids on Jayce's team got a drink box and a sucker (I think The Greyhounds went out for beers). Jayce did okay, and she's a lot of fun to watch when she's in her defensive "ready" position (so intense!). But I think I'll continue to stress to her the most important parts of softball: Have fun, play hard, and remember that her team has the best looking ball caps.
It would have been a perfect night if I only hadn't wagered another dad $50 on the outcome of the game....
Yesterday, their team played a game against one of the other teams. I use the word "game" loosely because, although it was set up like a softball game, Jayce's team (The Lions), was pretty unclear on the concept. I got to be the first base coach, telling kids where to run next (second base is THAT way), and telling the first baseman where to stand and to stop picking his nose.
The game was 5 innings and each kid got to hit each inning. There were no outs per sé, so everyone reached base (that "per sé" really wasn't a necessary word use, but I wanted to show people that I could get that little slanted line thing over the e). Jayce's team was NOT a well-oiled machine, while the opposition seemed to be made up of professional Japanese baseball midgets. Everything they hit (The Greyhounds) seemed to be a line drive right past second base into the outfield. After the third inning I started checking IDs as they rounded first base. The Lions really had no clue, as I don't think they had ever SEEN a game being played. They had simply practised a few skills between covering their faces with their gloves and doodling in the sand. One kid on Jayce's team was REALLY funny. He would hit the ball off the tee, and then chase it and try to pick it up before the other team could get it. It confused everybody!
Thankfully, the game was over pretty quick and the kids on Jayce's team got a drink box and a sucker (I think The Greyhounds went out for beers). Jayce did okay, and she's a lot of fun to watch when she's in her defensive "ready" position (so intense!). But I think I'll continue to stress to her the most important parts of softball: Have fun, play hard, and remember that her team has the best looking ball caps.
It would have been a perfect night if I only hadn't wagered another dad $50 on the outcome of the game....
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Ditty For Your Head...
McDonalds' "I'm Loving It" or Mazda's "Zoom, Zoom, Zoom". Your choice....
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Would You Rather... #2
Read a good book or watch a movie in the theatre....?
(Include with your answer what good books or movies you've read/seen lately)
(Include with your answer what good books or movies you've read/seen lately)
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Why...
Why are there Cheerios in my dresser drawer?
Why is the record player on full blast with the needle scratching across Bananas In Pajamas?
Why are there so many broken toys in our house?
Why is there a full roll of TP all piled on the bathroom floor?
Why is there food flung all over the floor... and chairs... and walls... and windows?
Why are we going through Batman band-aids so fast?
Why is there a drool spot on my shoulder?
Why are we up at 5am some days?
Why are we up at 6am the other days?
Why is the neighbour dog so skittish?
Why is there a backyard swingset and slide that I had to build (and now mow around)?
Why is there poop on the carpet?
Why is my hat chewed on?
Why is our grocery bill growing every month?
Why are the CD's all scratched up?
Why do I own a mini van instead of a Ferrari?
Why do I know all the characters on Dora The Explorer?
Why is there such a big goofy smile on my face every day?
He's 21 months old, his name is Kylan, and he's my boy! (hence the drooling)
That's why....
Why is the record player on full blast with the needle scratching across Bananas In Pajamas?
Why are there so many broken toys in our house?
Why is there a full roll of TP all piled on the bathroom floor?
Why is there food flung all over the floor... and chairs... and walls... and windows?
Why are we going through Batman band-aids so fast?
Why is there a drool spot on my shoulder?
Why are we up at 5am some days?
Why are we up at 6am the other days?
Why is the neighbour dog so skittish?
Why is there a backyard swingset and slide that I had to build (and now mow around)?
Why is there poop on the carpet?
Why is my hat chewed on?
Why is our grocery bill growing every month?
Why are the CD's all scratched up?
Why do I own a mini van instead of a Ferrari?
Why do I know all the characters on Dora The Explorer?
Why is there such a big goofy smile on my face every day?
He's 21 months old, his name is Kylan, and he's my boy! (hence the drooling)
That's why....
