Kickball

Michael has been playing kickball for about a year now. I don't know if you know anything about Southerlands (my maiden name), but we don't do sports. We sing, we play piano, guitar, etc. We DO NOT throw, catch, dribble, hit, or kick any sort of ball. 

For some reason I got the crazy idea that I wanted to play yesterday. So I tell Michael, he calls the team coach and I tell him I want to play. It just so happens they need two girls to sub in. He reluctantly agrees to MAYBE let me kick. I tell him, "What's so hard about catching and kicking a giant ball?"

I hang up the phone and then ask Michael to tell me the rules. What is a strike? What do you mean when you say outfielder???? I'm only sort of exaggerating. 

As we got closer to game time, I started thinking, this is NOT a good idea. We go anyway, and bring along my best friend Brittany who is going to kiss on Connor while we wrangle in a victory -we hope. I inform Michael on the way there that I have never played a team sport! 

We start the game. That heart wrenching moment came when Mo, the coach told me that I was "on deck." I looked at Michael and whispered "What is on deck?" Then he took my hand and walked me to the circle to wait my turn. I'm certain everyone was rolling their eyes.

His only instructions: Kick it to 3rd, keep your shoulders low."

I wait for the pitch.

3rd. Shoulders low. Look cool. 3rd. Shoulders low. Look cool. 3rd. Shoulders low. Look cool.

Kick. Goes to 3rd, low to the ground. PERFECT KICK.

RUUUUUUUUUUN! RUN! RUN! RUN! 

I can't remember the exact score, but it was a BLOW OUT. Michael got one grand slam, and one home run. I got a run, but got on base 2 out of the 3 times I was up to "bat".... (there were NO bats??).

So I'm informed this morning that I can stay on the line up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

And there you have it, Mommy and Daddy are playing kickball together. We had a great time, and Connor loved being out there with us too!