Monday, April 19, 2010

Go Tiny Tigers!


IMG_4803, originally uploaded by Sandra Maynard.

We had a busy weekend - noontime Friday I was groundcrew for a skydiving demonstration into an elementary school. Then I hurried to buy supplies for a camping trip. Photos soon come, I think. We stayed close to home at Smith Lake in Cullman. Friday we froze our butts off because I neglected to pack adequate blankets.

Saturday we went fishing but Brenden decided it was more fun to play in the lake than to fish so we let him splish around until he got tired of it. We got him cleaned up and drove back home because he had his first T-ball game in the afternoon. It was quite amusing - the phrase "cat herding" came into mind quite a few times as I watched the coaches try to get the little kids to do what they were supposed to do.

I felt proud of Brenden - he got the pitcher's position. He doesn't pitch of course, but the kid in that position has to field 85% of the balls hit. He did a good job running up and corralling the ball. He's not really old enough to make good judgement calls about when to try to throw the ball, tag the kid out, or run the ball back to the pitcher's circle (that basically takes the ball out of play). I was proud though that he was so heads up during the entire game and not out there digging in the dirt. Much.

He got two hits and a run - but no matter they don't keep score at that level.

Normally I don't have a problem with competition but in this case I think it's a good idea to not keep score. Otherwise I think the parents might get a little psycho.

2 comments:

Anonymous Me said...

This is a great pic! He looks so cute in the uniform. :-) I bet that was really fun, and amusing to watch. I've heard too much about psycho parents, yelling at other people's kids, even. I'm glad that wasn't an issue in T-ball.

Lisa Erin said...

That is a great pic. :) Puts me in mind of my days playing soccor. Team sports can be a lot of fun. I remember going to a T-Ball game for one of my cousins when he was barely knee high to a grasshopper. Was a real hoot. There were some "psycho"
parents there. The realm of the psycho parent doesn't just house the dads either. Some of those moms can yell at umps with the best of them. Think those parents probably fall into the category of forcing their kids to play sports whether they want to or not.