T-Ball

Last weekend was our final t-ball game and I'm a little sad. For eight Saturdays in a row we were up early for Luke's game. At first, he mainly loved wearing the uniform. He liked to bat, but he could barely stand to be in the field. He spent quite a few hours playing in the dirt and asking if it was time for snacks.

As he learned to field and throw the ball he started having fun. He even made up a game where they got points for fielding a ball. Towards the end of the season, t-ball started to look a lot like full contact football as Luke and his friends would tackle each other to get the ball. Honestly, it made it a lot more interesting for the parents as well. T-ball is not the most exciting game to watch. There are no strikes or outs, just lots of encouragement.

Merk ended up being one of the coaches so he and Luke were together on the field. I think he secretly loved it. It must be part of reliving his t-ball days. The only drawback for Merk was that we played the Red Sox every game (this is what happens in the fall when there are fewer teams). It was like the movie Groundhog Day except even worse, because the Red Sox are Merk's favorite team and he was forced to root against them every Saturday.

Max is not a big t-ball fan. He would clap really big when Luke came up to bat, but other than that, he was pretty hard to entertain. He was more interested in lollipops and snacks than baseball.

The funniest part of the season was Luke's earnest belief that he was going to be on t.v. As we left for every game, he asked, "Am I going to be on t.v. today?" Of course, we would tell him he wasn't going to be on t.v. but it never stopped him from asking.