Cheering May 15, 2008
Posted by Anya in : spontaneous degeneration , 2commentsMom posted about the “chatter” at Ib’s Little League games. I love it. It’s so much fun. I enjoy cheering for the kids on his team, knowing who is who and what they’re good at. I enjoy watching them play. I also enjoy having a book along so that when the game gets slow I can take a break from watching and just read, but if they’re up to bat I want to be yelling for them. I don’t really know why I so much enjoy this… getting to be friends (sort of) with kids who I won’t see much of, if ever again, after this summer.
And part of the cheering is being able to still smile at them when they strike out (again) because they all were swinging at the balls way over their heads (it’s not tennis, guys) or the balls that hit the dirt before they crossed the plate (no, it’s not golf either), and admiring their scars (yes, Logan, nice black eye… that will be very interesting by game time… try to pay a little more attention next time).Â
I don’t know. It’s just fun. Learning to encourage each other. To find what is good in everything and to say, “Hey, it’s gonna be okay.”
And it gets just plain funny sometimes too.
Coach: “That’s it Josiah! I want you pitching like that every time… knocking Megs (the catcher) over every time!!!”
Oooookay.
Brayden: “His favorite word is ‘Ball’!” (To be fair, the ump did call a lot of strikes too. Brayden is our resident comedian.)
Coach Ron: “Keep that elbow up! I’m gonna have to ductape it to your head!”
All the coaches to every kid as they go out: “CHECK YOUR FEET! ELBOWS UP! SWING! BE A HITTER!!!”
The cheering is so much more varied in baseball than it is in quizzing.
That’s fun too. 
