Sports Extravaganza
Posted on May 19, 2008
Filed Under bitching and moaning, challenges, kids, parenting, suburban joys | 5 Comments
We are, so far, louse free and so I am committed to changing my playlist to a more cheerful soundtrack. No more Fallen or Orange Sky or Look After You.
Spring weekends are kid-centric and that’s okay, that’s as it should be. With sporting events, dances and the annual festival with cotton candy and nausea inducing rides, we had a full roster of activities going, sun up to sun down, all weekend long.
Friday night was baseball in the driving rain. While I huddled at the chain link fence wishing for a squall jacket and golf umbrella, G and her father were at the annual elementary school Father-Daughter dance which is an event designed for little girls to put on sweet, once-a-year dresses and eat copious amounts of frosted confections with food coloring and caloric impact from the dessert table.
Meanwhile, the Red Sox enjoyed a rain delay while the refs at little league forced our nine year olds to swing errantly at bad pitches and stagger backwards to weave and wobble under pop flies to center field, which were inevitably missed because the ball could not be distinguished from the drift of rain and the low hanging clouds. Six innings, and an hour and a half later, they finally found the decency to call the game. We came home to thaw, throw the baseball uniform in the wash, watch the Celtics and plan for Saturday morning’s soccer game and Saturday afternoon’s baseball game and Saturday afternoon’s post baseball game outing to the town festival featuring rides called the Octopus and The Himalayan (rusty, Carnie standards that inspire fear and wonder not for the insane thrill they offer but for the anxiety we all feel allowing our children to strap into these rusty ancient contraptions hastily erected by retarded people with no teeth).
There were deep lines for fried dough and candy apples and even deeper lines for games designed to fleece us of our dollars while pursuing the big win – cheaply made but impressively sized, overstuffed animals created solely to capture the eye of six year old girls who simply must try over and over to win the ring toss.
Sunday morning saw day break and mandatory 8:30 a.m. baseball practice because, I suppose, both a Friday evening and a Saturday afternoon game was simply not enough little league for one weekend. And tonight, well, there’s piano and yet another baseball game in the gusty chill of a spring evening but there’s great relief on this mother’s part that there is leftover Chinese in the fridge and no rain in the forecast.
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