Great time last night at the pickup game. The boys were silly and laughing and having fun. It's not a serious "game." The boys are split into as even of teams as possible. The ages range from 7 - 11 yrs old. They bat all the way through the order every time, regardless of how many outs, so that the little guys get a chance.

When the rain came down and the field got muddy they had even more fun.

But then one mom leaned over to me and said, "Your son is always so serious about baseball. Why would you make him come back tonight if he played travel ball already this morning?"

I was going to get pissed, or knock her off the back of the bleachers, or ...well, you get the idea, but I just looked over at C. He was standing on the pitcher's mound, covered in mud and clay, rain running down his face, laughing like crazy about what pitch he was going to throw. Change up? Curve ball? Knuckleball? He only has one pitch. He's 9. He has "please let it be in the strike zone."

And I watched him later hit a small single into the wet grass and run around the bases trying to stretch it into an in the park home run while the kids sloshed around trying to get it and overthrew at every base. He slid into home, knocking into his friend while all the infielders piled on. OUT!!

Serious? Well, he seriously had a lot of fun.