Last night was epic. It was the first t-ball game of the season for our five-year-old and everything about those three glorious innings was awesome. After only one practice, the kids had a rough idea of how the game is played...and (let's be honest) rough idea is probably a little on the optimistic side. That didn't stop them from having the time of their lives though! It was such a fun game. I grabbed a few photos and made a few observations. Enjoy :)
1) The concept of running from base to base is a hard one folks....especially when your attention span maxes out at around 30 seconds. Once a shorty is on base, they would be perfectly content hanging out there for the rest of the inning. Which is just fine with me....because they are freaking adorable.
2) The dugout is a time for concentrating on the game....supporting your teammates...mentally and emotionally preparing yourself for your next at bat.
Ha!!! Juuuuuust kidding. It's actually for poop jokes. And they are hilarious people. Hil-arious.
3) Apparently....when five and six year olds play t-ball there is an unspoken rule that is known to every kiddo out on the field. When someone hits the ball, you race every single person on your team to that ball and then fall over each other while you try to pick it up. Every. Single. Time.
4) Third base is the perfect spot for looking at dirt with a friend.
5) In t-ball it doesn't matter what team you're on....everyone has fun and everyone is your friend and you don't have a care in the world. That might mean that picking a flower or doing a silly dance or rolling around in the grass (or waving to Ellie over at short stop) is way more important than actually playing the game. Sounds pretty much perfect to me :)
6) T-Ball coaches are the heroes of the universe. The amount of patience that they possess is darn near inhuman and, despite having to keep ten little monkeys from rioting in the field, they seem to have fun. Well done guys. Well done.