Today is Mothers’ Day and just like every Mothers’ Day for the last 22 years, I will be spending it at the baseball field. For me, a certain relief pitcher getting his predecessor out of a one-out-bases-loaded jam by way of a 6-4-3 double play coupled with a W for the Yellow Jackets would be the BEST MOTHERS DAY PRESENT EVER. Anxious anticipation, sweaty palms, heart palpitations…these are the primal responses I have become accustomed to managing as I helplessly watch from the sidelines. I am no ordinary baseball spectator. I am a baseball mom…Happy Baseball Mothers Day to me.
Thanks to my son, who also happens to be the sports editor at The Daily Caller, for reminding me why I wrote THIS four years ago…
Summer baseball is here! You can feel it in the air! The pitcher’s wind-up, the crack of the bat, and parents sweating in bleachers as they once again ponder the question: Why does my son’s baseball coach insist on wearing a full uniform?
I recently sweated my way through a morning at City of Palms Park, the spring training home of the Boston Red Sox in Fort Myers, Fla. My son’s baseball team was playing the fourth of six pool-play games in the national metal bat championships (Perfect Game’s BCS National Tournament for you insiders).
Originally published July 18, 2014.
This is dedicated to my friends, the 2014 Astros Moms.
July 18, 2014 is just another ordinary day for most people, but not for me. Not today. I plan to savor every minute of this extraordinary day. It’s the last day of the last road tournament of my youngest son’s youth baseball career. We’re all riding high off the excitement of a late inning victory last night and the hope of one last national championship, but I know when it’s over, win or lose, the reality will hit and we’ll all be a little sad. The reality is, it’s the last day of the last road tournament of our sons’ youth baseball careers. I feel a twinge of melancholy now before the first pitch is even thrown.