DS 10, aka Bear, loves playing baseball. He’s not always excited about baseball practice, but he’s always on for a game.
7:00 pm on a Thursday evening we are headed towards his game. Rushing like crazy, because we have crammed too many events in to our evening, we’re driving to the fields and what do we see looming ahead? Dark clouds. Big dark clouds coming our way. Big dark clouds with flashes of lighting.
Oh, how the despair begins to grip the young man. The why’s and what if’s ensue.
Being the voice of reason that I am, I’m telling him that they’ll probably call the game as soon as we get there and I’m assuring the now distraught Bear. There will be other games – very soon.
Not satisfied, he laments, “We can still play baseball. Rain doesn’t matter and we can use wooden bats!”
I’m glad he didn’t see my eyes bug out of their sockets. “Wooden Bats”! Bwahahaha, why didn’t I think of that?!
Poor guy just wants to play some baseball! The least I can do is be willing to stand at the side lines with my umbrella – the one with the rubberized handle.