Trophied!

Back in September the boys started a baseball clinic.  I was so excited for the start of what I hoped would become a long career of baseball leagues.  I was, as I know now, much more excited than them.

This clinic, which ran on Sunday mornings, was for 4-6 year olds.  First, there is a big difference, athletically, in such an age range.  Secondly, baseball is very boring.  Especially when you don't really know how to play the game.  Four year olds throwing the ball this way and that can make even this baseball mom watch the clock.
So, for 12 long weeks we played 1.5 hours of very looooonnnnngggg baseball.   Chase was into it.  Sort of.  He showed improvement over the weeks as he started to swing with much more confidence and seemed to begin to grasp the basic fundamentals, always standing with hands on knees in the field.   Ryder, on the other hand, was bored to death.  He has a decent swing and, sure, he loved hitting the ball, and often felt a lot of pride when he would belt one up the middle.  But, mostly, there was not enough action for him, and being indoors, no dandelions to pull.  He would start off ok, never complain about going or try to get out of it, but halfway through every game he would attempt to find his way onto the sidelines.  "My knee hurts."  "My foot hurts."  "My ankle hurts."  "My hand hurts."  His common reason for these ailments..."It's just too long, mommy!"  Who could blame him?  He was right.

Last week was the last week of the season.   All of the teams got trophies, the one and only thing that kept Ryder on the "field" until the end.  By the smiles in this picture I am ready to sign them both up for next year.  Maybe, just maybe, here are Council Rock South's future varsity lettermen.