I Dig Rock 'N' Roll Music

Friends, I know you are all waiting to hear about the game last night, and it wasn't nearly as smooth as I'd been promised. The other team only had nine show up, I had 16. Most of their kids are 7 and 8, most of mine are 5 and 6. It's like we were the Kindergarteners playing against the Second Graders. I had one kid who probably only stood about 2 and a half feet high and must have weighed no more than 16 pounds and had never played before in his life. He's a real nice kid but it took a long time for him to get his hit the second time. There's no tee allowed in this league, but I'm bringing one next week. This is supposed to be the instructional, sandlot style, laid back league where my kids are getting ready for their first view of coach pitch hardball. With outs and everything. Last night was the first time I saw any of my players. They have been practicing three times a week since the middle of August. Which you're not supposed to do. The only time you're supposed to see your team is at the games. So hopefully things will improve on this front soon. One of the players on the team has a board member for a mom, and she's going to talk to the coordinator for me first. I'm thinking I'll contact him tomorrow.

On a lighter note, T is apparently becoming aware that a thing called 'Rock Music' exists. And he also has enough knowledge about this where he knows that "It's supposed to be played loud." This is disrupting his bedtime ritual because he's blaring rock before going to sleep, and he is unable to sleep because of it. But I've learned his knowledge is probably of a more current nature, as the ol' iPod was shufflin' the tunes and Led Zepplin's "Immigrant Song" came on. While this was playing, T asked me if I had any rock music on my player. When I informed him that this was, in fact, rock music, he asked me to turn it up. So I guess we're slowly getting there.