Sunday, May 25, 2008
Softball & Cousins
Joey started softball on Thursday. I have never seen him play and he always says he isn't any good. So I was kind of nervous for him. For me not being good at sports means that I embarrass myself. Like striking out and running for the base anyway because I didn't understand, or golfing for the ball when it's too low. In volleyball it means not getting the ball over the net, ever, when I'm serving. Or hitting the ball with my elbow when it comes my way because I panic and once again don't know what I'm doing. Is it sad that my favorite sport is kickball?? And the last time I liked sports was in 4th grade because Danny Hulse picked me to be on his team? (that was for you Cara) I also wouldn't mind a good game of four square or tetherball. So my point is, I was thinking Joey was going to make a fool of himself and I was sick to my stomach. Apparently we have different ideas about what it means to be bad at sports. He got on base every time he got up to bat, he scored 2 of his teams 8 points, and he can catch a ball in his mitt. My kids are lucky that they will have someone to teach them the rules of sports so that they aren't brought to tears in the 12th grade when they learn that they have to have a full year of gym class to graduate and all of their friends have already finished the required gym credits two years ago. Gym is not a class that you can take alone. It's embarrassing.
Here are some pics from our trip to Price last week.