Brrr. Of course it wouldn’t be baseball if there weren’t some freezing cold games and some broiling hot, humid games. I know that. It was my turn to collect entrance fees at the gate at the baseball tournament yesterday. I had on three wool sweaters and a jacket, hat, scarf, mittens with a blanket laid across my lap and I was still cold! My replacement did not show up, so I was sitting there for almost 4 hours before someone came and had pity on me. As baseball parent jobs go, I don’t mind minding the gate at all…but brrrrr!
In a little bit I have to go out to Mayfield for two games scheduled 4 hours apart…leaving me with something like two and a half hours to kill in Mayfield. This is one of those weekends when I feel like Bartleby the Scrivener. I would prefer not to.
D17 might be pitching, though, so I do want to be there for that! I just wish the game was here in town. There’s a lot I could get done between games, not least get D17 in for a much-needed haircut before he leaves for Florida on Monday.