All-Stars, first impression

In the words of the coach, “The regular season is over. This is All-Stars now. These things tend to get a bit cut-throat.”

However, we’re going to have fun, too. He said.

Unlike regular games, All-Star rules only require a minimum of one at-bat and three outs, so with 13 kids on the team, we should expect plenty of bench-warming shared between the 8 kids who are not the top 5 players. 

I can live with that. All I hope for is that when Nick is on the field, he stops the ball and makes good throws. With the bar set higher, any errors are bound to haunt him. And please, if he strikes out, let it be only because the pitcher is too damn fast for anyone to hit off of.  

Is it wrong that my first instinct is to hope he doesn’t screw up rather than automatically wishing greatness for him? My fear is outweighing my dreams? (Neither of which, technically, are mine. Except everything your kids do cannot help but be connected to you somehow, right?)

I can’t muddle through these thoughts with any eloquence. (Another prayer: please do not let me lose all my writing talent from disuse. Like a car that stops running and sits: by the time you’re able to replace that starter, a dozen other things need replacing – might as well just scrap it.)

I need to get to the beach, have some coffee.

(Or rather, given the phone call I just received, I need to wake up Nick and Kaylee, get breakfast going, remind them to pack lunches, figure insulin and gather their wetsuits up before their ride to surf camp gets here. Hopefully, I’ll still have time for at least a quick jaunt to look at the ocean.)

But one more important thing, quickly: Nick is a good player! He loves the game, he’s worked hard, he can hit the ball, he throws with speed and accuracy, and runs the bases so fast, I’ve heard some of the dads call him “Wheels” (a nickname also bestowed upon his oldest sister). So just because I’m all mom-protective-worried, doesn’t mean he’s anything less than a solid player. 

He’s great. They’re all great. My chest hurts from the weight of love I have for these kids.

Advertisements

4 thoughts on “All-Stars, first impression”

  1. Come on Jen, it is an honor to be picked for the all stars! Nick will be fine out there. All Star play can be heavily political. See it year after year. Players have a great year, but coaches sons or coaches friends kids get the bulk of playing time. I hope that will not be the case for you. Play ball!

  2. Oh, I know! I didn’t mean to imply I’m less than thrilled about Nick being picked. And I enjoyed the coach’s seriousnessness — but it’s still a little scary! Like when Kaylee moved up from the menahunes into the women’s catagory at the surf contest. I was super proud, but also recognized the stakes were higher and fretted correspondingly. Thrill of victory, agony of defeat, all that — not so much the winning and losing, but how one does personally — but yes, it’s great, no doubt about it. Being on the team is an honor; no matter how little Nick plays, his efforts this year have been recognized, and that’s a great thing.

    Hopefully that makes sense… I’m rushed.

  3. Nick was picked to play on All-Stars for a reason. Talent.

    Ladyfriend’s oldest son is on the 13-year Babe Ruth Alll-Stars this year. It’s a good experience, if even for self- esteem for the boys.

  4. Awesome! Nick’s already talking about playing Babe Ruth next year.

    He’s had surf camp in the mornings all week, then practice in the evenings resulting in one very tired boy. All the exercise makes a dramatic difference in his blood sugar, too, which is great (as long as we adjust correctly).

    Bobby’s had part of this week off, so he’s been taking Nick to practice and reports that everything is just fine. I will stop worrying!

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s