I couldn't get over how cute my ten year old brother looked in his oversized uniform and curly hair sticking out of his stiff cap. It was so fun for me watching him enthusiastically sprint out to the field and come back with the same attitude no matter the number of runs the other team had made.
It was a little awkward for me, though, because two guys from my grade that all the girls drool over were there. Despite what my friends say about them I couldn't help but be touched by the way they high-fived all the other kids and gave a cute pep-talk to the boys before the game. One of them was the umpire and it was interesting to see a usually pretty soft spoken guy yell "STEE-RIKE" loud enough so that the kids in the playground over knew what was happening in the game. I was a little annoyed with the other guy because he was texting the whole time. He was the guy that sees if they're safe or not...the "other umpire"?
My dad got really involved and when my brother stepped up to bat he walked over to the other side of the fence to face him. He coached my brother through each pitch and chuckled at the fear in his eyes. I was a little bit creeped out by his "involvement". Just a tad "obsessive-with-your-son's-sports".
Not really sure how to end this thought...
-- Purple Boots --
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