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Name::Random me From::California, United States
I am a wife and mother of two boys. I work full-time in the electronics industry. It took me 6 years to graduate college (no, I'm not embarrassed-I finished, Dammit!) SJSU class of 1990. I love to cook, because I love good food. I'll pass on sweets, but will eat something with garlic or onion in a minute. I HATE cheese, except Mozzerella on pizza-and that has to be combination pizza. I hate chick flicks, but love a good thriller. My husband and I are real estate investors on the side. View my complete profile
It's official. Little League is completely over for us this summer. My son's team lost yesterday. I was so sad about this. They played an awesome game. The game went over two extra innings (they only play 6 innings) and we went into the bottom of the 8th 10-14 - we were ahead. All our kids needed to do was prevent 5 runs by the opposing team. Yea, right! Sounds so easy, doesnt it? Pppffffttttt!!!
Our pitcher, I dont know what the hell was happening, but you could see the pressure getting to him as the opposing team kept getting hits off and several walks off of him. Why didnt the coach pull him? I dont understand it. The kids was obviously frustrated.
So, we find ourselves at bottom of the 8th, tied 14 to 14, bases loaded, 2 outs, full count and the frustrated pitcher makes this last pitch and hits the batter upside the freakin' head with the pitch. *DOINK*! Game over. I must say, my son did an awesome job in the field. They had him at second base and he was flawless. Impressive. However, his batting "stunk up the joint". Seriously. We realize it's going to take some time to mentally get over his injury. More than his eye was hurt in the incident--it healed with in 2-3 days. But his mental injury was far worse. He's still injured.
For some reason, my son associates "home plate" with the possibility of injury. Even though his injury occurred when he was coming in to home to score and not at bat, the association still exists. It's the ball coming at him that freaks him out.
The kid loves the game. He eats, drinks, sleeps, lives and shits the sport. We'll continue to work with him throughout the year and hopefully when baseball rolls around next spring, he'll feel at home at the plate.
Another disappointment.... I didnt get to take many pictures. They dont want parents to speak to the kids during the game, so it's difficult to get good pictures. They put that "murder scene/ police tape" around the field keeping parents about 4 feet away from the fence. I was only able to get close enough to put my lense through the fence during the practice session. This morning my husband gave me that "you stupid ass" smirk this morning when he realized I had only taken like, 6 pictures. Whatever dude!
Posted by Random me ::
4:33 PM ::
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