Picture it: Saturday, 11:30 AM, on the hottest day since (I believe) 2004. I don't do well in heat. I really don't do well in heat + humidity. When the news guy said we were under heat advisory, and all bus rides would be free, AND to stay in air conditioning as much as possible I was begging, praying, hoping that the game would be rescheduled. But who am I kidding, this is the league that didn't cancel during a tornado warning, 100+ degree weather doesn't scare us. We are serious about our baseball people.
I have no idea how the boys managed to play. I found a teeny tiny sliver of shade and I was still dying in the heat. I think that for awhile it became a game of endurance rather than skill. There was one inning where the coach told the boys they had to get three runs or the game was over. If I was a kid, I would be tempted to throw it just to stop playing.
Check out Spencer right before this crucial inning:
Can you see the sweat and exhaustion?? We were doing everything we could to keep the boys cool and hydrated. We had buckets of ice water and washcloths to put on their faces and necks while they were in the dugout. When they were in the field or running bases, we had people running water out to the kids.


That blur you see on this last picture is from the half eaten ice cream cone Ella decided to put in my bag on top of my camera. Good thing it was easy to clean :).
Some of my other favorite pictures from this season:
Spencer played third baseman for most of the season:
He just caught the ball here - he makes it look so effortless:
This is one of my favorite shots. He is avoiding the ball on a bad pitch:
I was surprised this season by how sad I am that it is over. It has been so fun to watch the boys this year. They have really turned into great players. It has been fun to run into some of Spencer's past coaches and have them root for him even if they are coaching the other team. It is nice to be in that kind of environment. We are signed up to play Fall Ball again this year and most likely spring next year.
On a side note . . . there were scouts at the playoff game! Spencer's at the age where next year is a draft. I *might* have offended some of them when I put my chair right in front of them while muttering about needing to sit on my team's side. When I found out they were scouts and not overzealous parents from the opposing team, I briefly contemplated cheering loudly for another kid so they wouldn't know I was Spencer's mom. Why, why, why do I do these things???? I blame the heat.






















