With the free time currently afforded me by not having to plan a wedding I have picked up some new hobbies. Chief among them is my new devotion to the Concord/Carlisle Boys Little League team.
So, to answer the obvious questions: 1) Yes, I know people on the team and am not just some old fart perv looking for kicks. My Halo pals and all-around good guys Andrew and Nick kick ass and take names for the mighty CC. 2) The other parents think I'm insane and pretty much a damn idiot and/or bad influence. Oh well.
Anyway, here's some highlights of my last couple weeks at the games:
-I've created nicknames for all the kids because I'm, well, really lame. Andrew become Pedrew when he pitches and Mandrew when he hits, Wyatt is now Wyatt Earp, Brendan is BBT (Big Brendan Time), Tucker is Tuck Tuck Goose, Phillip (#64) is 25 or 6 to 4....you get the idea.
-Both the coaches and kids look at me like I'm a god damn fool when I yell out various baseball catchphrases at completely inappropriate times. For example, yelling "Wait for yours, baby" on a 3-2 count, "Take two!" on an infield hit or "Play's at any base!" when the play is decidedly not at any base.
-Some of the players' sisters have a business where they make and sell those lanyard bracelets that every girl in the history of the western hemisphere makes at some point in her adolescence. Their schtick is that the proceeds will go to charity.
Me: What charity? Emma: Dogs. Me: The dogs charity? Emma: So they can have homes. Hailey: Honduras. Me: The dogs are in Honduras? Hailey: No, we're splitting it up between dogs and Honduras. Me: What happened in Honduras? Emma: Bad stuff. Me: Fair enough. How much have you made? Hailey: About five dollars. Me: Hmm. How much did the lanyard cost? Hailey: I don't know, my mom bought it.
Point being, if you're a dog waiting for a home or you live in the part of Honduras devastated by the bad stuff, well, I wouldn't hold your breath.
