A critic once characterized baseball as six minutes of action crammed into two-and-one-half hours. ~Ray Fitzgerald, in Boston Glove, 1970
It was a nice day to be out at the park watching my boy play t-ball, despite the fact that he seems to hate it. I don’t blame him. Standing out in the field with a glove he doesn’t know how to use, waiting endlessly for some kid to actually hit the ball to break up the boredom.
You see, dog-people like to frolic and chase balls around, but us cat people? We’d rather chase birds.
But I digress. He probably hates it because (a) he’s still too young to understand it, and (b) he only gets to actually HIT something twice during the whole two inning game. And the play structure where he can climb looks way more fun.
I’m convinced that every boy, in his heart, would rather steal second base than an automobile. ~ Tom Clark
This past weekend was the opening day for Patterson Little League, and it was sunny but COLD, which is why my 4-year-old has his jacket over his jersey. It was a big deal in our small town. A firetruck led the parade from the center of town to the baseball field, and all the teams followed in a parade behind them.
My boy is growing up so quickly, but he’s still cuddly, especially when he is tired. One day he will be a man, but we cherish all the days of his boyhood, and hope to make them as safe and happy as we can.
Sons are special in ways that daughters are not, and vice versa. He loves to roughhouse – not just play at hitting and aggression, but really trying to inflict a little pain. Heheh, keep it in check boy. Not everybody likes horseplay.
Here’s the route the firetrucks took.
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Everything is just better in California – the wine,
the food, fruits and vegetables, the comforts of living. Even the
instrumentalists are generous and curious. Everything is wonderful. ~ Beth Anderson, American Composer
This has been a long and dreary winter here in Northern California. Not cold, but cloudy. Thankfully, the Tule Fog is leaving us, and pretty soon, like March 1st, it will pretty much be spring.
You may remember the Tule Fog I blogged about previously – this is that same intersection on a nicer day, at at the same time of day – about 8:15 AM.
The winters here are very mild, and more like spring in other part of the country – rainy, varying between 15 and 60 degrees each day, and every green. The rest of the year here is essentially summer – it gets warmer and dryer, the grass on the hills turns "blond," and we have day after day of clear sunny skies. Ahhh.