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There is no crying - or points - in baseball!
I had a column planned this week about some unique child products available; things like baby crawler-crash helmets, a nasal snot-sucker that requires you to use your mouth and a potty seat for your car, but more on that later.
I have been swayed to make a confession this week instead.
So, here it goes: I am not a sports-buff. I don’t lose any sleep if the Bengals or Reds lose; I don’t care who LeBron plays for, and yes, I said my sons baseball team scored “points” rather than the correct, “runs” in last weeks column.
It was an honest slip-up, but for some it was a sign of the end times.
I don’t dislike sports, I just don’t get so excited that I forget to … well, feed my three children/help with homework/wash their clothes/drive them to swimming lessons, etc.
Having watched my son’s baseball team for the last two months, I was well aware they were scoring runs, but I wrote points (Watch out, the sky is falling!), and it made it into permanent ink.
I also stated that sometimes sports are taken a little too seriously and some of the comments/emails I received proved just that “point” (pun intended).
Points seems a general enough term, why the need for technicalities? One always knows who is winning or losing based on the number of points: four runs = four points.
OK, yes, I should have had the terminology correct, but in the chaotic world of mothering (school, doctor appointments, extracurricular activities, house work, writing a column, family time, blah, blah, blah …) it’s a wonder sometimes I remember my kids’ names.
I’m only human; mistake acknowledged.
What I meant to say - in a nutshell - was: My son’s baseball team had a great season and scored lots of runs. The boys had fun, the parents (mostly) enjoyed watching them play and everyone learned a little something (like sportsmanship and baseball terminology).
This summer we have a brief reprieve from sports, but football season starts in just a few weeks.
My son will be playing in the pee-wee league.
I’m a little nervous about him getting hurt - typical mom - but, I can’t wait to watch him cross the finish line and score a goal!
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