Take Me Out To The Ballgame

He was a little boy born with baseball blood.  His maternal great-grandfather was drafted by the Chicago White Sox in the 1930s.  His maternal grandfather traveled Latin America playing in the Pan American Games.  His paternal grandfather coached youth who went on to play in the pros.  His father turned down a possible baseball scholarship to play football in college.  Even I was a decent shortstop in my days playing fast-pitch softball.

But, Uncle Uncle struck out at t-ball.  And, C.J. is more like Uncle Uncle than anybody else in our family.

As the 80’s approached, Nana Grab Bags would sit in the stands every weekend with her Farrah Fawcett hair, Gloria Vanderbilt jeans and cry behind her enormous sunglasses as her baby boy struck out at t-ball while every other player easily managed to hit the stationary ball off of the stationary tee adjusted perfectly within their strike zone.

Uncle Uncle's favorite day of baseball season? Picture day!

 

Uncle Uncle didn’t seem to mind.  He loved to pick daisies in the outfield and tap dance for the bees.  He was completely oblivious to the game being played.  When the innings dragged on he kept himself busy by reenacting both fantastic acts of Annie and singing all of the songs from memory.  Flourishes were added here and there for dramatic effect.

Every once in a while he would grab himself and hop around yelling — so loud that spectators at neighboring fields could hear him –“Mom-meeeeee, I have to go peeeee-peeeee.” 

Nana would wipe her tears with great dignity and lovingly escort him to the bathroom.

C.J. has been watching his big brother play t-ball and, now, baseball for most of his life.  He loves to be down at the fields, play with the other siblings and get Icees from the snack bar. 

“When I gonna’ play baseball?,” he asked a few weeks ago.

His request was perfectly timed, as the local recreation department was just about to start a t-ball league for three and four year olds. 

“I love my baseball costume,” C.J. said as he twirled in front of the mirror in his team t-shirt, workout pants and baseball hat.  “It’s called a uniform,” I said as I smiled.

At the field they assembled the kids.  C.J.’s hat fell off.  He put it back on and looked at me.

“Does my hat still look otay, Mama?,” he shouted across the field.

“Yes, baby.”

“Do I still look like Strawberry Shortcake?”

“Yes, baby.”

The other moms looked at me.

C.J. "takin' a knee" before the big game.

“Spread your legs, get down and get ‘baseball ready’,” his coach instructed.

Apparently C.J.’s legs don’t spread.  His knees were stuck together.  With them together, he bent over with his little rump sticking out.  His knees, together, went from one side, to the other, to totally in the way as he tried to lower his hand-me-down glove to the ground.  A grounder rolled passed him.

“Oh, my!” he exclaimed.

“Oh, dear!” he breathed as he ran after the ball.

C.J. playing t-ball looked as natural as Charlie Sheen giving a heartfelt sermon at the local mega-church.

C.J. gets my congratulations and praise for sticking with it, but at the end of the six week season he decided that he didn’t want to sign up for t-ball again.  That’s fine, we’ll give it a go again later.

Next week he starts gymnastics.

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11 Responses to Take Me Out To The Ballgame

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  2. Mibo says:

    Oh, he will love gym!!! The great thing is it really helps with coordination in general :) my daughter & son both started around 2 & I will swear to anyone that either of them can pick up any athletic activity (age appropriately) due to the skills they learn at the gym. My comment hasn’t nothing to so with gender but ANY parent reading this with a boy or girl and regardless of their activity preference will see their child flourish under a good coach! Enjoyed your blog as always :)

  3. Michael says:

    I wish I had been taken to gymnastics classes. You go!

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  5. Dancedancekj says:

    Haha, I totally was the kid chasing butterflies and blowing dandelions in the outfield. Its not that I wasn’t paying attention, I was just more interested in the other stuff.

    I might also suggest ballet or some other type of dance class as well if gymnastics doesn’t work out. The costumes would be an added plus I think :)

  6. Colleen says:

    The Charlie Sheen comment made me snort with glee.

    I agree with Paula that gymnastics will help him with the whole “how does my body work” aspect of trying to play any sport. My son absolutely LOVES gymnastics, so I’m sure CJ will as well! I mean, what is not to love about bouncing, jumping and flipping?

  7. Damon says:

    Lol I can so relate! I joined little league cuz my friends all did and I was tired of having no one to play with! During the whole experience, while it lasted, the only thing I got excited about was when they measured me for my uniform. Lol I didnt even make it to our first game!

  8. Richard says:

    The Charlie Sheen bit was hysterical! Can’t wait to hear back about C.J.’s gymnastics experience :)

  9. PaulaO says:

    Either gymnastics or karate would give him good “where is my body” education.

  10. kloppenmum says:

    You are such a cool Mum. :)

  11. Jenna says:

    I remember my nephew played t-ball, it was one of the funniest things ever! Comedy! Hey at least he was willing to give it a try,In the mean time enjoy! Can’t wait to hear all about Gymnastics! :)

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