A day at the ballpark
If thereís anything I love more than baseball, itís my family. And when I get a chance to enjoy my family and baseball at the same time, thatís pretty much a perfect day.
Thatís the best way for me to describe last Saturday, which I spent at the ballpark in Sherwood watching my grandsons play.
When I say I spent the day at the ballpark, I mean I SPENT THE DAY at the ballpark. My lady friend, Lisa, and I arrived at the park before 8:30 a.m. and left well after 8 p.m.
It was cool and overcast all day and a steady wind made it feel even colder. Later in the afternoon, it felt downright frigid, even under a blanket. Still, it was pretty much perfect.
My youngest grandson, Liam, started playing tee-ball last spring. His older brother, Hayden, has been playing baseball for several years. I didnít get to see either of them play last spring, because I was being cautious to avoid catching or spreading the novel coronavirus.
The boysí mom, my daughter-in-law Christi, sent me plenty of photos and videos of the boysí games last spring, but it wasnít the same as actually being there.
We made up for that a little bit on Saturday, though. Liamís team played six games and Haydenís played four. Both of the teams came through the loserís bracket in their divisions to reach the championship round. Ultimately, both teams finished second. Instead of trophies, each player received very nice rings and we got some great photos of both Liam and Hayden showing off their hardware.
The day started at 6:45 a.m. in time to get to the park for Liamís first game at 8:30 and didnít end until Haydenís team finished its final game at 8:05 p.m.
I was impressed with how all of the young kids on Liamís team essentially played six games in a row without complaining or whining. Thatís not to say they were locked in and focused the entire time, however. I kept noticing Liam, playing shortstop or third base, kneeling and looking down as if he was examining something on the ground. When I asked Christi about it, she explained that he was drawing in the dirt.
When I had a chance to talk to Liam between games, I asked him what he was drawing and he replied: ďPower Ranger logos.Ē Fair enough.
Because the tournament was being played on multiple fields, Liam and Hayden were often playing at the same time. That meant we missed Haydenís first two games, but we made up for it later. We got to see the Wolves get a nice win to advance to the championship round, then saw them give a great effort before falling a few runs short in their last game.
Itís amazing how much Hayden has grown as a player since the last time I saw him play. His favorite part of baseball is stealing bases, and he stole plenty of them on Saturday.
Both Lisa and I were cold and exhausted at the end of the day. I canít imagine how tired the boys must have been. Still, the boys left the ballpark with some really cool rings and I left with wonderful memories of a day spent with my family.