Breaking Away
I will be taking a break from any new posts for the near future. There are no dramatic reasons for it, I'm simply too fucking busy. My son made the All-Star team for his Little League division, and that has become an all-consuming drain on free time and energy. I was asked to help coach, so it's sucking up my time as well. This isn't like the usual town Little League, where you practice a couple of times a week and then play a couple of games. No, we practice every goddamn day for a couple of hours and play games all over our half of the state. If, as a coach, you miss two games you have to resign. Players are expected at every practice and game, and we're already trying to decide how to deal with our best player, who's missed two practices because his parents took him out-of-state for a family wedding. Seriosuly, this kid's like 11. Like he has a choice. But we have to deal with the league, so it becomes an issue. Frankly, the kid should be barred from practice, because if he gets any better the Yankees are going to draft him.
No, before anyone thinks I'm bragging about my kid making the All-Star team, (which I am), we had 12 kids sign up for 13 spots. Everyone makes the team, just like the Special Olympics. And judging from our first couple of practices, that's not all we have in common with the Special Olympics. This Week we play our first game against a neighboring, and much larger town, where they actually have more kids than they do spots, so they pick the best 13 and therefore have an advantage in that their team has, for instance, a second baseman who doesn't feel compelled to dive for ground balls hit slowly right at him. We, um, don't.
Apparently if our team keeps winning we'd be the champions of the entire state and play through the entire summer. Also apparently, it seems more likely we'll play four games and then our won-loss records should be enough to earn us the rest of the summer off. I hope.
The funny thing is my kid didn't even want to do this, instead planning to spend the summer indoors working on his Guitar Hero III skills and driving us nuts. But I said no, signed him up, and was a bit at a loss when he made it. Oh well, at least he'll keep busy outdoors for a few weeks. I, however, will go slowly insane. (er)
Anyway, I'll keep stopping by, but new posts here will be infrequent until the larger towns kick the crap out of us. Good times.
No, before anyone thinks I'm bragging about my kid making the All-Star team, (which I am), we had 12 kids sign up for 13 spots. Everyone makes the team, just like the Special Olympics. And judging from our first couple of practices, that's not all we have in common with the Special Olympics. This Week we play our first game against a neighboring, and much larger town, where they actually have more kids than they do spots, so they pick the best 13 and therefore have an advantage in that their team has, for instance, a second baseman who doesn't feel compelled to dive for ground balls hit slowly right at him. We, um, don't.
Apparently if our team keeps winning we'd be the champions of the entire state and play through the entire summer. Also apparently, it seems more likely we'll play four games and then our won-loss records should be enough to earn us the rest of the summer off. I hope.
The funny thing is my kid didn't even want to do this, instead planning to spend the summer indoors working on his Guitar Hero III skills and driving us nuts. But I said no, signed him up, and was a bit at a loss when he made it. Oh well, at least he'll keep busy outdoors for a few weeks. I, however, will go slowly insane. (er)
Anyway, I'll keep stopping by, but new posts here will be infrequent until the larger towns kick the crap out of us. Good times.
posted by limpy99 at 7:27 AM
34 Comments:
I'm right there with ya, buddy.
We'll see you when we see you, and have a great time with your kid. Don't let the other teams kick them too hard.
Per usual, your priorities are in line. Good luck.
I'll still be here when you get back. Kinda like a disease.
Little League games are much more important than this, of course.
But where will I get my reviews for the rest of the states in the Union? Pah!
Since it's for the boy's sake I'll try to keep my whining to a minimum, I'm not making any promises though. You better come back.
If Syd gets to be a disease, I wanna be a fungus.
If Tysgirl gets to be a fungus, I want to be a shroom. Hehe...eat me...
Uh...I guess I will just have to pass the time snorting tea outta my nose from reading your archives...Oh the hardship...teeheehee.
Good, then maybe I'll actually have a chance to CATCH UP, gah! lol
Best of luck w/coaching & the games. No more hitting the batters now! ;)
Yo - If those other gals get to be a disease, fungus and 'shroom, then I get to be a Mardi Gras reveler & you get to be a shiny bead necklace, lol
You're a good Dad. I hope your kid does great this summer and so do you.
I'll miss you. You are like the little brother I never wanted.
Mr. E feels your pain. G made the All-Stars, just when I believed baseball was going away for the year. Mr. E was drafted as a coach. Three tournaments in, and no end in sight. *sigh*
I, on the other hand, think you should cut back on that pesky work sitch you've got going on, and write posts for this damn blog. It's great that you and Mr. E are all busy with baseball and such, but WHAT ABOUT ME?!?!?!
One day you'll be glad when he gets a scholarship and he gets by in high school with his ball skillz and not his brains.
Well since its for the boy, I too shall try to limit my whining. WAH. Now who am I going to get my daily (or thereabouts) shot of sarcasm from?? Shit.
Good luck to the league...tell him I said to hit a line drive to someone's sac...
(what? I'm bored.)
~kat
Callie, I think "great time" and 'Practice Saturday from 8:00 am-9:30 am" are sort of mutually exclusive. But we'll see.
Syd, now look what you've started. Everyone wants to be a disease or a fungus.
Earl, they're apparently more important than pretty much naything else judging from the feedback so far.
Tysgirl, athlete's foot it is!
PT, aren't shrooms fungus? I get so confused, especially after a handful of peyote.
LB, now there's a wish I would grant!
Cedar, aww, that sentiment was enough to make me throw up in my mouth.
Eclectic, isn't there a softball team for your daughter to take over and lead to a state championship? While you coach?
Jmeped, as long as he gets a college scholarship so I don't have to pay for it, I'm OK with that.
Kat, you came here from Tysgirl's blog and you're wondering where to get your daily dose of sarcasm? Really?
taking a break? what is this shit? I finally stop by and youre taking a break?
im taking this personally...
na-huh, jock itch. I mean what's baseball without constantly scratching/fondling yourself?
Dude - your sarcasm is different than P's, and you know it.
~kat
Sometimes (actually very seldomly) when I am up and about town before 9:30 AM on a Saturday, I see those Dads and kids practicing baseball. I always think it takes a special person to get up early every Saturday for baseball practice. Now I know exactly how special. Take that as you want to :) Good luck in the tourney. For you and your son's sake, I hope you last a bit, but not all summer.
Softball?! Nah... she's already in the middle of soccer practice. The league placement tournament is first part of August. Thank god I know absolutely NOTHING about playing or coaching soccer.
Moral of the story: you're still responsible for entertaining me with this dammit blog. And today's post wasn't a bad effort, so, good on ya. I'm already looking forward to your next one.
Wow...now I have an excuse not to stop by, and have a chance to catch up on all the posts that I've been missing.
You're such a great dad!!!
well, poop stain. Your log was one of the blogs I still managed to read, comment on, an enjoy...crap. Now, how am I supposed to waste my time? Oh, wait, I'm PG, I am certain I will be able to find a way.
In the meantime, enjoy your summer chasing balls and boys.
Having had kids in both Little League and Special Olympics- I would opt for Special Olympics ANYTIME. Those Little League parent/managers are too hard core!
you're a good dad.
a really good dad...
Go Special Kids!!! Do they get to drive around the state on the short bus? Good luck.
Slyde, you should. It's entirely your fault I got sucked into this morass.
Tysgirl, I believe then they call it softball.
Kat, a little birdie told me you're back. I'll have to stop by.
Sylvia, thanks for the good wishes, but frnakly, we could lose the rest of our games and I'd be just as happy.
Eclectic, "this dammit blog"? How much scotch have you had young lady?
Brighton, actually, the coaches on our team are fine; it's the local Little League administrators that are driving me bat-shit.
Rhonda, thanks. Mean it.
Rat, Another week and I'll be driving that sumbitch over a cliff, ala 'Thelma & Louise'
Whew, you gave me quite the scare. I just glanced at the post title at first.
So I was worried that you decided to go to Indiana to pursue your dream of being a bicycle road racer; and perhaps swim in a former quarry with teens sporting dorky 70's haircuts.
But then I read the post, and am relieved to discover that you've embarked on a much more meaningful adventure.
If it's okay, I'll think of you as Slash in the video where he drives off the cliff with his chick nagging him in the passenger seat, rather than Thelma & Louise.
Damn you and your priorities.
CP
If any of those kids havea clur how to hit with runners in scoring position, call Cashman.
Pug, I did consider continuing the pun with references to bike racing, but decided against it.
Rat, that would be just fine with me. In fact, I think I'd prefer it.
CP, it is hard being the perfect embodiment of fatherhood. Or so I imagine it is for those who are.
Rat, oh, we can hit with runners in scoring position. We're leading the whole division in runs scored. It's the catching and throwing parts we're having trouble with.
I'll have to look it up - seems to me like the batting average with RISP is HORRIBLE. We're winning some games by 10 runs but losing lots by 3-1, 2-0 or so it seems to me.
Rat, I was talking about the Little Leaguers. The Yankees don't hit as well as we do.
Nyah, nyah... we're done!! (Insert happy dance here.) We went out in an amazingly fiery blaze of mediocrity at the most recent (and turns out to be final...) tournament. NO MORE BASEBALL!! (Unless he decides to play FallBall... dear gawd, please don't let it happen.)
ooooooooooh. Sorry. That's makes sense now. I see we lost another squeker tonight. Glad I missed it.
Eclectic, we won last night, so our season continues. Alas.
Rat, 2-1 to the Rangers? Who can't score 3 runs on that team? Oh, right, the Yankees.
Dammit, I was hoping you lost and you'd be back to dazzling us with your wisdom.
You know I'm kidding. Kidding about losing, not dazzling.
Ah hell, I'm going to shut up now.
Congratulations to you and the boy!
Break? Since I didn't drop by (sorry) I didn't notice.
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