We did some chores and went through closets and toys yesterday. It always feels good afterwards, but getting there can be a little rocky. Logan went through and got rid of a lot of his Lego's and gave them to Cody...who was VERY excited! (Seriously, I can't keep a shirt on that boy)
Rylee wanted some so very bad so Logan gave her a couple of the ones that he couldn't repair because he lost the pieces, she too was super happy!
Next he rearranged his room. He's saved up and is wanting to paint and redo his room, so we'll see what he comes up with this summer!
After naps we went and got Cody's staples out. Wasn't near as much drama, but he still wasn't a fan.
Next thing we knew it was time for our ballgame! We were playing a tournament team again and were pretty confident we weren't going to win, but we could at least get a good game in...so we thought. It started very rough with a field not at their city complex, at an Indian reservation just south of town. (First sign) The field was as big as a high school field or bigger I swear, ask Justin. Anyway, game time was supposed to be 6:30 but there wasn't any officials yet. (Second sign) So, a couple of the dads from the other team decided that they would just officiate so we could get the game started. (Third sign) Started off pretty good and we were having fun, but then the strike zone just got bigger and bigger and there started to be a little trouble with fans and coaches getting frustrated. Our pitcher threw a ball and it actually hit the dirt and the ump called it a strike, Justin yells to the pitcher, "don't worry man, just throw they're all gonna be strikes." The umps gives him "the look" but doesn't do anything. (Fourth sign) A kid from the other team hits and we don't catch it because it was a foul ball, landing past the chalk lines. The ump says absolutely nothing and the other team tells their kids to start running. Our fans and coaches say foul and their fans ERUPT in screams at us. I mean seriously, erupt, and still the ump has no call. This stupid red head woman keeps screaming at us until I tell her to calm down it's freakin' little league. Geez, so anyway...(fifth sign). This all leads up to the sixth and final sign that it was a bad game. The ump starts calling bad calls on the other team where strikes are concerned, pretty sure he was trying to make up the no call from the last play. The other teams coach gets mad after a few and literally THROWS A BALL AT THE UMP and yells, "now that's a ball!" Yup, throws a ball at him and remember that the ump is a dad from their team. However, instead of hitting the ump...HE HITS OUR CATCHER!!! Our kid catcher. SERIOUSLY?? Who does that?? The ump jumps up and looks at us in disbelieve I think and then turns to the coach and tells him he's out of the game, um duh! The guy gets all lippy and then their fans get lippy. Oh my. Finally the other coaches talk him into walking to his car. Which leaves all of our fans and coaches in shock and we can't believe what just happened. I mean seriously, you just hit a kid with a ball because you were mad...at a little league game.We got to bat another round and one of our boys hit an honest to goodness Grand Slam!!! Well, technically it would have been if he wasn't so excited and FORGET TO TOUCH HOME BASE!! But he got 3 runners in so that was good!:-) We cheered for him anyway, it was a great play. The game was called, 2 hours and 15 minutes after it started and we all went home. Wow, talk about drama.
Tonight is our last game of the season so hopefully it goes off without a hitch! And that's about it...Friday morning, more chores...bring it on. Have a great day, love and miss you all!
*On a personal note: MAGGIE: didn't know if you'd heard about Maurice Carter or not, he passed away last weekend. Here's a little article about it, wasn't as good as some of the others, just barely touches on his life. Super, super man, brought back lots of memories of him. http://www.macu.edu/news_headlines.php?newsitem=97
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