Aidan’s fastpitch softball season is coming to an end. And I’m actually sad about this. Sad, because, I can be having the worst possible, hormonally-rage filled day ever, but once I’m settled into my brand new red Target chair with cupholder, watching the game unfold, somehow, all the crap just melts away.
It’s not that I’m that big a fan of baseball; I just like seeing my kid out doing sporty stuff with other kids who like doing sporty stuff.
Of course, this one could sit for hours watching.
But this one also gets tired of the magical black image gathering device that’s constantly trained on him.
Kid, get your hand OFF that lens if you want to see nine. I’m so not kidding.
But like I said, it’s relaxing just to be at the game. For everyone. Even those who have to sit in the old school, piece o’ shite chairs.
While I have no shots of my super comfy new Target chair (nor can I find a link to save my life) you’re going to have to use your imagination and trust me. I am WAY more comfortable.
One of the things that amazes me though, is sitting back with a zoom lens, and watching my kid just be. And I look at her sometimes, and think: whose womb did she come from? Because it sure doesn’t seem like mine at times. That skin. That face. I see no trace of my genetic material.
That just might be a lucky thing. Especially if she gets to dodge my particular brand of nutso.
So there you go. Snap shots of baseball, or variations there of. Let’s have a song, shall we?
Thank you, Johnny Reznik.
p.s. My friend Margie thinks you’re smokin’ hot.