1. With four games and two practices a week between two boys, you say goodbye to any possible social life.
2. You purchase stain remover in bulk. Grass and mud stains on white trousers from six events per week, you never leave the washing machine.
3. Your bottom is so sore from sitting for five hours straight on metal bleacher seats, you purchase luxury Stadium Seats for the remainder of the season.
4. You learnt the baseball sayings last season: ‘you got a piece of it, good eye, etc’ but are still way to English to shout them out.
5. Your blog is seriously neglected as all there is to write about is baseball.
6. You hide when the coach comes around with the massive scoring pad asking for help. It’s far too complicated and you know you’ll make a huge mess of it.
7. You’re relieved when you recognize another parent on the team, one less new person to get to know.
8. You wish you’d made your sons go to the batting cages a bit more often when you watch other boys hitting home runs.
9. An email arrives declaring an 8am start two Saturdays in a row. You start to weep silently.
10. One son wins, the other son loses, you spend the rest of the weekend congratulating/commiserating.
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This has been my life for so many years now. My oldest left for college in the fall … it is the first time I’ve ever only had ONE baseball uniform to worry about. Of course, my youngest is in high school so it has to be washed every single night … six days a week. See what you have to look forward to?
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Number four is the funniest because it is so YOU! I also love the silently weeping and can say of #10 that you are superb at that balance of consoling and congratulating.
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