Little Leaguers
Miss K got herself signed up for little league this spring. Well, ok, we signed her up, she didn’t have much to do about it. She loved her soccer class last year (was it last year?) and we’ve been anxiously waiting for another chance for her to run around playing some sports.
She’s not totally convinced yet. We’ve had about five practices and two actual games. She’s playing T-ball. Both games. someone has run into her. She didn’t like having a collision. And she’s not happy about having to wrestle the other kids for the ball. I mean, one kid hits the ball, it goes wobbling and bouncing through the infield and seven of nine kids on the team run for the ball and dogpile on it.
Not big on playing their zones. That’s ok, I wasn’t either 
One of my biggest team-sports failings.
She gets a turn to hit the ball off the tee every inning of three innings. And then she gets to run around the bases, but she has a hard time remembering to pay attention and run around the bases when the other kids hit their ball.
The whole team, though, is funny. Like friday night, when the ball went into the outfield, and five kids all “fell over” and put their legs straight up while they were chasing it. And today, when one of the at-plate team members kept leaving his base and instead of running to the next base he tried to catch the ball (in the pack of little leaguers).
I don’t know if K is having fun, but I sure am.
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