Sunday, September 18, 2011

The Things You Do For Love

Today I went to see my nephew play baseball. I was out with my friend when my mother called and said he had a game and she was thinking of going. It was very last minute and since I was here and hadn't seen my brother or the kids for a while, I thought it'd be a perfect place to say a quick hello, so I joined her.

The act of attending a baseball game in above ninety-degree heat in a desert, in a place that typically has no shade, is truly an act of love on my part. I don't like sports, I don't like dirt and I absolutely, unequivocally do not like heat.

I don't even know what the temperature was because I couldn't really think straight. I think my feet were burning. Usually, I have to sit on the uncomfortable metal bleachers (yeah, metal in the desert - great idea) but Ed threw the folding chairs into the trunk, so we had super-comfy seating. We were stealing the shade of another person's shade tent, each of us holding an umbrella to block out any wiley rays, and trying to pinpoint my nephew on the field. I don't really know what the hell they're doing out there. I don't ever know the score because there's no score board and I never hear who does what or gets on which base.

I do know that my nephew did an awesome third base slide (on his belly!!) and was safe. And I also know that he hit the ball which such force that the audible crack of the bat made it feel as if I were at a professional game. You can hear it here (my youngest nephew took the video):

My nephew often plays (mans?) the catcher's position. I don't know how he's not a little scared with the bats swinging over his head and balls being hurled right at him, but he's really pretty good. Honestly, I don't even know what good is, but I'm guessing if you catch most of the balls, as a catcher, you're probably good.

His team didn't win the game but they played very well and I'm really glad I was able to be there. I love those little guys - the intellect of the oldest, the gravelly voice of the middle one and the mesmerizing eyes of the youngest.

I see them all in my dreams.

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