T-ball

I'm sad to say that T-ball is over, Saturday was Joshua's last game. I think he really enjoyed playing. I know I really enjoyed watching. I've always liked watching live baseball. Maybe because it reminds me of when I was a kid walking home from elementary school and passing by the highschool baseball field. Lots of times when they were practicing or playing, I would stop and watch. Pre-Joshua, Scott and I attended numerous Durham Bulls games, Joshua has been several times, but only once since he is actually old enough to know he is at a baseball game. And I've just recently discovered college baseball on TV.

Joshua played T-ball for the first time this year for the Chatham County YMCA. I wish I had known Chatham County had a YMCA before this year as T-ball starts at age 3, but, better late than never. The Chatham County Parks and Rec also offers T-ball but I've heard from other moms that they are very competitive, have multiple practices and multiple games during the week, not something we were looking for with our first experience.

YMCA T-ball was perfect. All the games/practices were held on Saturday morning at 9am. The kids did some warm up exericises, then played a game. Their version of playing a game was one team in the outfield in a semi-circle from the 3rd baseline to the 1st baseline and a kid on first while the other team batted. The batter would hit the ball, run to first base. In the outfield, every single kid ran for the ball no matter where it was hit. When someone caught it, they were so excited to get it that they would hold it way up in the air, look around and smile so everyone could see they caught it, then they would throw it to first base. Every kid got to bat. After the last kid on the team batted, the inning was over and the teams switched sides. Then every kid on the other team got to bat. Depending on how long an inning took, the game was either over, or they kept switching back and forth until it was 10:00 and time to stop. The parents then had to go into the field and make a "spirit tunnel", holding hands forming a tunnel for the kids to run through while we whooped it up for them. Finally, snack and then home.

I'm hoping Joshua grows to like baseball as much as Scott and I do.