The past three months we have spent our Tuesday evenings and Saturday mornings at the ball field, weathering chilling temperatures, burning heat waves, heavy downpours and wild temper tantrums. In the end, the A1 Division Cards T-ball team took home the championship with an 8-0-1 season. My son took home a tall, red trophy, but we won a bigger prize this year. We learned the power of camaraderie.
I admit I was concerned when I learned that the league would be keeping score at this level. Truman promoted this year to 1A from the Rookies just by chance. He was the …read more

This was our day to bring snacks after the T-ball game. I had mentioned previously how every other parent on our team assigned to snacks this season had brought doughnuts – which I don’t mind my son eating on occasion – but the “good mother” in me thought I had better bring some healthy snacks. I had several people tell me that I should not worry about the team’s 4-0 winning streak, and just bring some fun, healthy snacks. Rick, however, suggested we not mess with a trend. You know, like how after Alabama started winning last fall and we …read more

It’s our turn to buy the snacks after T-ball next week. Last spring, when our son played for this same league, and last fall, when he played for another league, all the parents brought sensible snacks – low-sugar fruit gummies, bags of whole wheat crackers, 100 percent fruit juice boxes. I’m not a rabid healthy snack fanatic with my son, but I do appreciate him munching on fruit over, say, wads of Cheetos.
This T-ball season, however, the first family assigned to bring snacks brought a box of Krispy Kreme Doughnuts – both glazed and chocolate-dipped. The kids went berserk. And for the …read more

I roped Rick into assistant coaching Truman’s T-ball team this year. This is Truman’s second year to play, and his third season. There are two leagues here in Homewood – the tough-as-nails Patriot League and the “more laid back” Joy League. (The name alone sort of brings to mind coaches tossing daisies on the field and singing Kumbaya between innings. I dig that.)
When Truman began T-ball, he barely knew what the game was about so we figured the Joy League was the way to go. He was grouped with a team of like-minded kids who spent much of the game …read more

A father teaches his son how to hit a baseball from a tee. You write the cutline….