I forgot to add a few things on yesterday’s post: Why I Dislike Baseball. Still things that I don’t like:
1. The thing that everyone that sits in one of those fold up chairs experiences but never talks about is when it is over 70 degrees, you get “swamp ass” from sitting in those chairs. I dislike “swamp ass” very much. It’s not lady-like and the fear is that it really will look like I wet my pants.
2. The ten pounds I gain each season because I don’t have it together enough to have dinner ready before a game (or they don’t want to eat anything heavy before a game so if we ever want to eat together, we eat after) so we go out to eat a lot.
3. Late nights and early mornings (at one time I didn’t mind this but with a toddler, it’s rough).
4. Washing uniforms. I’d LOVE to know who the brainiac was that thought white uniforms was a good idea.
The things I love so that I am not just Negative Nelly:
1. The look on my boys’ faces when they get on base, score a run, hit a home run, strike someone out, catch a fly ball or throw someone out at 2nd, 3rd or Home base. That smile is priceless.
2. Getting a tan without trying.
3. Not feeling guilty for not taking Gia outside knowing she will spend a few hours at the park or field.
4. Not having to cook.
5. Adult conversation three times a week at the very least.
6. Help from Belle and her girlfriends with Gia so I can get a little break.
7. Seeing the boys in a baseball uniform. Something about it screams, “All American!”
8. No sleepovers the night before a game and with 70 or 80 games between the two of them, this saves me a lot. LOVE having a reason besides “I’m mean” for no sleepovers.
9. Hearing my husband ask my dad for advice, watching my dad teach the boys, watching Nico teach Tommy. I LOVE to see the interaction between all the men I love.
10. Getting to see and talk to my dad. I love hearing his stories about when he coached and I love getting his advice on various things. It’s one of my very favorite things about going to the games.