Things I Think But Can't Say

Photo Credit: Missy Emerick

Here we are a few weeks into summer and Bill and I are doing what we've been doing for the past 14 years:  Watching ALOT of baseball.

If you're a regular reader, you know I'm a huge baseball fan.  I love watching the game, I love watching my kid doing something he enjoys and I love hanging out with friends at the field.

But then, there are times when I'm just not in the mood, something I rarely admit to my family. When it comes to baseball, I always act all RAH! RAH! RAH!, shaking my imaginary baseball pom-poms and cheering on the team even when I'm just not feeling it.

Here are few thoughts that ran through my head this weekend while I was watching game...after game...after game:

I'm hot and these bleachers are really uncomfortable.

I wish the lady in the purple shirt would stop standing up. Sit down! Sit down NOW!

The plate umpire is terrible.

Am I really hungry for a hotdog or just bored?

Justin needs to stop wearing his baseball cap sideways like a gangsta'.

I'm all for cheering on your kid but Jimmy's dad is out of control.

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up!

Bill looks silly in baseball pants.

Why do the coaches have to wear a baseball uniform anyway?

The shortstop's mom is really funny. I can't stop laughing.

And she's sharing Hershey's Kisses with me. Winning!

My shirt is really ugly, kind of maternity-ish and too low cut. I look sleazy and pregnant at the same time.

I'm wearing the same shorts as the catcher's 18 year old girlfriend. I REALLY need to start dressing my age.

Hit the ball.  Hit the ball.  Please hit the ball.

Oh crap, Justin just struck out.  Prepare for the pity party on the ride home.
 

You better not throw that bat!

Or that helmet!

Time revisit the discussion on good sportsmanship.

Those garlic chicken wings I ate for lunch were delicious but now I smell like garlic.  Correction: I REEK!

If I don't speak, maybe no one will smell the garlic...I hope.

The right fielder didn't catch the ball but pretended he did and fooled the ump. He should get an acting award for that performance.

Why is my kid's shirt always untucked? He looks so sloppy.

The other team's coach needs to stop shouting "Gooooooo!" and "Noooooooo!" He's more annoying than Jimmy's dad. Didn't think THAT was possible.

Justin has played baseball with those twins for years and I still can't tell them apart.

One of them stayed overnight at our house and one of them went on vacation with us. Wonder which was which? Or if it was the same kid?!

OMG! This game was great. I can't believe we won. Take that Astros!
 
I'm going to miss this team and these parents next year when Justin is to old to play in this league.

Don't think about that! Live in the moment. Enjoy what's going on right now!

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