2014 Little League Champions

It was the only in focus shot I got all night, so hysterical and keyed up was I.

So baseball is over. Vestal Dental came back against Chemung Canal in the sixth inning from being three points behind, tying it up. They had to play a seventh inning. I, as well as many others, stood on the bleachers and screamed. Not cheered. Just screaming, shrieking anxiety. It's a miracle I didn't fall off since I was on the very top and I kept jumping up and down. I sort of became another person. Or maybe, who I really am was brought, through stress, into being–an insane screaming mother. Alouicious came over before the seventh inning and said smugly and sarcastically, “We've tied it up. You might want to get some tea so you can stay awake, cuz it's not over.” Little twerp.

In the car on the way home, again, way way way smug (the new meme of this blog–the black souls of sinning children) he said, “the other team were all weeping at the end. The pitcher was weeping and weeping and weeping while he pitched.” He said the word weeping with real relish, and smiled. Matt said, “yeah, he was weeping so hard he perfectly stuck you out. What an amazing pitcher.” He was, their pitchers, all three of them, were amazing. And so were ours. I say “ours” like I was out there helping or something.

I have to say, at the end of it all, it's not a bad sport, and, more than anything, this age is the best. The boys are playing real ball, with real strategy and real skill, but gosh if they aren't so cute, and the weeping so endearing. They aren't troubled with the opinions and expectations of the world yet. It's all about the game.

So, in my mind, it's time to return to normal life, whatever that is.

Maybe a tiny bit of this.

Have a lovely day! I'll be out in the byways and highways compelling people to come in and play music. Anyone? Anyone? Oh please someone.