Little League…..Play ball!!!!!!!!!!
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Love it Angeline
Thanks Jo. I never knew I would love Little League baseball so much.
One guilty grandparent reporting
We don’t have baseball, just soccer and basketball. Wonderful capture Angeline.
I guess we are all guilty. Our sons played soccer, but our grandson is just not interested in that sport; he unfortunately wants to try football. I’m hoping that doesn’t happen, he’s small and really lean, I don’t think he would be safe..Thanks Madhu.
When I lived on The Lake, I often walked home from The Loop, passing through Lincoln Park along the way. Spring saw peewee baseball leagues fill the park. I very often stopped just to watch the mayhem. If, miraculously, someone hit the ball, the field emptied as everyone ran after it, leaving the coaches and parents yelling for the future major leaguers to get back to their positions. When someone finally reached the ball, there was no one to throw it to because they were all with him. Meanwhile, the other team was busy yelling at the hitter to “Run!” and, with all the confusion and yelling, there was no telling where that kid would run to. Every year the kids moved on, replaced by an equally hopeful bunch. Those walks home were among my favorite things about that apartment.
You’ve made me laugh. You’ve described it exactly. We’ve been going to our grandson’s games for a couple of years now. He’s nine this year, and the change in how they play the game is stepped up considerably, almost to a regular game. But that first year he played was hysterical with all the, as you say, mayhem. Then there were the tears; our grandson hit a ball and someone actually caught it….the grandson cried; we told him the guys in the big leagues didn’t do that (at least not in front of everyone).
That was really funny!
Going to the games is always something to look forward to
Brilliant photo! What a great angle Angeline.
Thanks Rosie. I wiggled in to get this shot of my grandson.
Do you think the kids enjoy it as much as the dads?
That’s a really good question. You should hear the parents (and grandparents) yelling encouragement. I need to go sit on a swing with my grandson (where we talk best) and get his thoughts on this.
That sounds like a lovely thing to do, Angeline, and a hot topic for you both to discuss
Yes. A lot to talk about.