Overheard At a Little League Softball Game

At Natalie’s game on Saturday, at a field out of town, the sun shone brightly and temps reached 78. Dandelion stems stood at attention all over the outfield making the fresh cut grass appear messy, but crisp white chalk streaks made clear the baselines in the infield, and the game commenced on time.

I just sat and watched.  And listened.  And wrote things down.  (I also got a sunburn, which, since I’m sharing, actually kept me awake last night.  Which is saying something, because it was prom night and I was up until midnight overseeing twelve teenagers and a fire in our new fire pit out back. About which, more later.)

So.  I feel the need to just say that I had never really listened to girls at a softball game before…and oh, the things they say.  It’s beautiful.  (I changed not one word of these sentences, and Natalie’s friend Chelsea, who doesn’t play but who came with us to watch, can vouch for that.) She even helped me write them down accurately.

Natalie’s team is called Orange Crush.  Ages range from 8-12, or grades 2-6.  That’s a lovely span, and provides for some truly magical conversations.

Nothing further, your readership.  Enjoy.

  1.  “This bee wants to be part of our team.  Wonder if he can hit.”
  2. “Peak-a-Boo, on your shoe…or on your cleat, which doesn’t rhyme, but it is more accurate.”
  3. “You got this Mia.  Think of the nachos.”
  4. “That is just not Crush worthy.”
  5. “She might steal your heart, but she will also kick your butt!”
  6. “Bat Girl!  Bat it!  I mean really. Shuck it like corn.”
  7. “It’s so hot.  Let’s just do no clothes softball.”
  8. “Natalie, your mom is a mini-me.  I mean a maxi-me.  I mean you’re a mini of your mom.  But she’s mini too.”
  9. “Outfielder’s Ready?  No picking flowers!  Stand up.  No more dandelions up your nose!”
  10. “Well, watch the ball when you’re hitting the ball, but once you hit the ball do not watch it.  That is just too much watching.”
  11. “Hit ’em home!  But don’t really hit ’em. That’s mean.”
  12. “Hit the ball like it’s your brother’s face!”
  13. “It’s hot, like a sizzlin’ steak.  Or an ice cube.”
  14. “Flashback!”  (This was yelled with joy when a foul ball went back to the backstop.)
  15. “Coach, do you have any sunscream? That’s like sunscreen with ice cream inside it.  Oh my god, I have to invent that.”

I’ve spent an inordinate amount of time at athletic events, and I enjoy every sport and every season.  But, and if you read this blog regularly or you know me personally, there is just something special about baseball/softball.  Maybe it’s that the team members are sitting in the dugouts together for half innings at a time where they have time to chat while their teammates take their turns at bat.  I don’t know.  But I can tell you this: I’ll be spending a lot more time sitting close and listening up.  It’s like my own private comedy show.

The Home Stretch

Seven weeks left in this 2015-2016 school year.  Seven weeks.  That’s like one week in … dog weeks?

I don’t know if I can accurately express just how insane that is.  Because I met this new group of students just yesterday.  They walked a bit hesitantly into my classroom, I shook their hands, learned their names, asked them about their hobbies and their families and their favorite books… And though some of them were a lot shorter then, it’s true, it just can’t possibly be real that they’re leaving me in about the lifespan of a worker honey bee. Which I suppose is apt – because that’s what I feel like most of the time and I’m guessing they do, too.

They’re practically out the door already: all limbs and long hair, half smiles and eyes full of questions.  How did that happen?  Time, the wise turtle, kept right on passing while I, the whirlwind hare, rushed around — silly hare. And here we are, May knocking on the door and coming to stay for a month.

I’ll tell you, and I’ll try not to sway into the melodramatic here, I am going to miss these young people — who are full grown people, some of them, but with still-growing minds and ever-changing preferences — all that beautiful, mixed-up adolescent swagger.  Thoughtful, observant, opinionated, curious people.  Who, by the way, are great stewards of the world, even now.

Is it possible that regular folks don’t know how attached teachers get to students during the ups, downs, tremendous growth spurts and equally tremendous upheavals that occur during a school year? Surely I’m not the only one who feels wistful come spring.

I may not have time seven weeks from now to write again about their imprint on my life this year; a year that was not – personally – as simple or smooth as I wish they all could be.  I would like to here thank them now, then, for their kindnesses and patience, for their adventurous spirits and their unending efforts.  To engage in life and learning — that’s the goal.  These kids have hit that goal and kept soaring.  To the moon, kiddos.  To the moon.

 

Opening Day 2016

It’s baseball season again!  You know what that means, fans.  Winter coat, wool socks, LL Bean boots and heated up coals inside the fuzzy blankets I carry up to the field day after day.  I’m kidding.  No I’m not.

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Between seasons, I forget how much I love baseball – the crack of the bat, the chatter among teammates, the slightly delayed steeeeriiiiiiike three! calls of the umps. But it all comes back to me on opening day.

And that day, my friends, is today.  April 20, 2016.

Baseball, at our house, is like a long lost relative we think about all year, and are so happy to have show up on our doorstep in spring.  It’s a favorite.  I would say it’s THE favorite, but that would be a lie.  Every sports season becomes our favorite season momentarily….though I will say here that though we love all sports the kids play, baseball does have a little special magic. And since it’s baseball season, we’re going to jump up to the third base line and cheer our hearts out.

It’s been a surprise to me how much I’ve come to love baseball in the past few years. My family always watched and loved the Red Sox (and we do not speak of my father’s affinity for the Yankees) but once my boys started playing the game, I became more than just a fair weather fan.

Look at this pic on the boys’ first day of T-Ball, 2005, a few months before Natalie was born.  They’re consulting about the pitcher, I think. Luke seems displeased with his work. 
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You can’t see them, but both of their hats are Red Sox hats, and Luke asked for those red sneakers because they were Red Sox colors.

This next pic is of the first game the boys ever saw the Sea Dogs play (and needed zero guidance about what was going on…they understood the game well.)  Again, the hats.IMG_0339

Garrett was a player for Halloween in 2006.  Those happy eyes!  No front teeth! Back when he loved Tootsie Rolls! IMG_1859

Luke, age 3 here, seemed to have been born being able to hit and throw.  His laser focus here is on his brother, to whom Guy is pitching up at THMS. Luke is so very little!  IMG_0223

This is Luke in Little League, age 11.

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This is Luke last year, pitching at Lincolnville Central School, 8th grade.  DSC_0099

And here he is this year, today in fact, again pitching.

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Garrett, here last season, has decided he’d like to play baseball in college.  We’re seeing what we can do to make that dream come true. 11230975_10205352886719809_3900918590366410709_n

Here he is this season making a double play…

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This year’s Varsity crew is a friendly and determined group of young men who, so far, are having a great time playing the game they love.  What else can a fan ask for?

Except maybe a little warmer weather.