
Since Cooper entered this world, I have done everything possible to remove even the smallest reference to baseball from his life.
I'm against characters in general on baby clothing, but I could tolerate a sports reference as long as it wasn't baseball. If you happened to give me a gift when he was born that contained a baseball theme- I apologize...but I exchanged it for soccer or football or basketball.
As he got older, I continued the trend. We didn't talk baseball, think baseball or pay one single bit of attention to it.
Why?
Because I think that baseball is boring.
(gasp)
I realize that it's the All-American pastime...but I really just don't see the draw. I also think it takes entirely too long.
I like a game with a defined start and end.
Slowly though, baseball has crept in.
My dad went to Louisville and bought him an official Louisville Slugger- complete with his name engraved into the wood.
My mother sent a box of age old random baseball gloves from our garage.
My my sister-in-law dug from obscurity Jon's old baseball glove and presented it to him complete with glorious stories from the past.
AND, the Flying Squ!rrels came to town.
Consequently, Cooper has decided that baseball is his FAVORITE SPORT IN THE WORLD.
I'm doomed.
But, because I'm quite possibly the greatest mother in the world (no laughing), I signed Cooper up for "Fall Ball" at our local Little League.
And that's how we ended up spending a sunny September afternoon here.

Instead of here.

Cooper's 1st game was one of his proudest moments.
The child was over the moon.
His one wish was to play catcher.

Wish granted.

I've got to admit, he did look adorable in the gear.
But the game was loooonng.
Thankfully, they do have a bit of mercy on the parents and the game can only last 1 hour and 50 minutes.
They won!

(which doesn't help my quest for Fall Ball to be a one time thing...)
But really, when it comes down to it...what wouldn't I do to make this little kid happy?
Nothing.So, for the next 6 Saturdays, I'll be cheering from the stands...

...for one little boy to live the dream.
I think I can manage!