take me out to the ballgame, take me out to the crowd....

this is what accures on a sunday afternoon when you live in a household of boys. those who know me, know i'm NOT a sports person. don't have an athletic bone in this old body.
never have.
never will.
i hate all the running, all the stradagy is just too much for me. i'm more of a sidelines person. love to watch baseball. love the sound of baseball. hate the thought of actually PLAYING baseball. but, again, being in a house full of boys, it's my motherly duty (once a year) to PLAY a game with them.
after my first (tenth) ATTEMPT at hitting it, i asked them if they had any advice for their dear old mom.
sam says, "um, you could try hitting the ball".
"oh, is THAT what you're SUPPPOSED to do?? stupid me".
so i WACKED IT! (a bunt. i meant to do that)
i made it past first, then on my way to second, i was ATTACKED. out of NOWHERE rye and jack AMBUSED me.
i'm sorry, didn't realize that baseball was a CONTACT sport.
i think they were just afraid that i was actually going to score.
ya, that must have been it.

anyway, i have to admit, i enjoyed it. for the first time EVER, i enjoyed a baseball game while on the team. could we be on to something here??
i think not.
i do love these moments. while standing in the outfield, i looked around and took it all in. oh, these are the moments that i wished would never end. the sound of laugher. the sweet smell of compitition.
loved it.
loved it all.
until next year.....