Play Ball

It is something.  Watching your child work so hard.  Seeing him put the time in.  Seeing him be picked as the best of the best.

We have spent the last 15 out of 18 days at the ball park for little league.  This is on top of already completing the season. This was All Stars. The majors of little league.  The show.

I watched prideful fathers prepare the fields, paint the fences, and work hard with their boys.  Hour after hour.  The boys working hard, running, fielding, pitching, hitting, batting cages, no swimming on game days, hydrating starting 4 hours prior to a game, etc. etc.

Until the big day.  The moment of truth.

Game 1 – Victory!  Our team played beautifully.  Everyone on the team moved like a well oiled machine.  Fielding, hitting, you name it, they nailed it.  My boy hit great and caught the game winning catch.  It was amazing.  I have never been so proud. I have also never jumped up and shouted. Literally, I jumped up and shouted.

I made a itty bitty spectacle of myself, and didn’t care one bit.  That’s MY Boy.


Game 2 – Well……..  Not the best game.  9am 4th of July.  They seemed tired.  I think perhaps they over trained until, well, just over it.  We have been at the ball park FOREVER.

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We lost game 2. Double elimination, we are still in the game.  There is still a chance they can win the division and go down state to play for the grand title.  State Champions.

Game 3

My boy is starting off pitcher.  It doesn’t go well.  8 runs given up by the 2nd inning.  He is starting to cry.  It hurts my heart so badly, but a part of me knows this type of situation, this disappointment, is good for kids.  As much as it rips apart my  heart to see him hold back tears, to see the frustration.  I know that he is building a set of standards for himself that include hard work, perseverance, and the desire to do well.  He wants something, and it isn’t happening.

Such is life.  Hard lessons are hard learned.

We lose.

Oddly, everyone including the kids seemed relived.

This is something that my son and his father do together.  We, me and his father, haven’t been together for many  many years.  But this is their thing.

Every single one of those kids looked relieved.  Happy that there were no more two hour practices.  Happy they didn’t see their buddy throw up doritos after a 30 minute run after an hour practice. Happy their summer can TRULY begin.

They are 11.


I understand preparation, pride, and wanting to win. Working hard for what you feel your kids deserve.

But I also think, sometimes it is a bit much for kids their age.

But, alas, he wants to do it, and I am thrilled he and his father have this time.

I don’t have anything like this with him.  They have this and no one can take it away.

All I can do is be there, encourage, and take a million pictures.

Give him a big smile, and hugs.

And shoo the gnats from my toes.


At the end of the day, when all is said and done…

All you can do is, Play Ball.


As Always,


Woman on Pause.

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Vacation with a side of Teaser

So.  The hubs and I were able to jet (Drive our awesome Fusion) up to North Carolina this weekend. Three days of visiting friends, eating our faces off, and some of the best cocktails I have ever sampled.

Um, hell’s yes.

We cram tons of activities in a very small amount of time.  It is Insane!  Literally.  Once we got home at 1pm on Monday, we just laid.  Not sexy time laid, like LAID on the couch.  We didn’t move.  Exhausted.

Between 11pm Friday night and 2am Sunday night, we crammed in all of the activities.  And all of the food.  For example,

Appetizer 1 of 45

We hit a Durham Bulls game.

Beautiful Stadium


Was a PERFECT day for Baseball

And of course anyone who has seen “Bull Durham” can appreciate this…


The Bull is not shy. From the front or the back.

Then a bar, then another bar, then one more Irish Bar.



Enough said.

Then the next day we go to visit a friend in Chapel Hill, who own’s a bar.  Coincidence I swear.  We ate dinner at a place called, “Top of the Hill” and it was amazing.  Grit cakes, shrimp, sweet potato fries, and local Ale.  Good Times had by all.

Then we went back to our friends establishment and were completely blown away by the Bartenders skills.  Actually they were SKILLZ.  I have never had such wonderfully refreshing cocktails made with fresh fruit and ingredients.  I think I sampled four, and they were all so amazing, I was blown away.

Slightly glad we don’t have bartenders like that around here.  Way too tasty.

Good time had by all. Bonus,the fact that me and the hubs got to feel like adults for a little bit.  Everyone needs that.


Major Announcement coming next Wed.  Hold tight, it is all going to change.
(And that is a good thing)

As always,

Woman on Pause