lmao love ya jace and women like to have big boobs...

big big brains and big are also acceptable

true, true...

yes, okay, I will go with big boobs <swoon> and brains <double swoon>. In the meantime, I will adhere to the aforementioned stated writ of mandamius that women are perfect, no matter what their... okay wait, they are NOT perfect. Perfect would be ridiculously boring. I shall now intone that women are amazing and wonderful, in ALL their lovely details, no matter the circumstance herein.

I once thought about law school. I'd have kicked maxitor glutius vi leri mandama if I had gone through with it. <sigh>

I remain,

Jason

you're the cutest thing ever...

In Vino Veritas

Monday, June 9, 2008
He Had Balls Today

My 9 year old wants to pitch. He likes playing 1st base on his team, but he wants to pitch. He learned the grip for all the different pitches, curveball, slider, sinker, changeup, even the slurve. He THINKS he can pitch. He fancies himself a fireballer out there.

His game today was his first real test of pitching. Coach told him to warm up. He was excited, and started throwing with one of his teammates. Said teammate promptly abandoned him because HE had to go get ready to hit. So I threw with him and worked on his stance, his delivery, his mechanics. What do I know about pitching? Well, a lot more than he does, considering my high school career. He was doing good, he was listening, working on repeating his motions, finding his rhythm.

Then, he took the mound in combat.

For the record, his first pitch WAS a strike. Then he seemed to forget everything we just worked on and proceeded to pitch like an electrocuted ballerina. Arms and legs going everywhere. And so was the ball. Of the 7 hitters he faced, not one got a piece of the ball. One hitter actually DID try and swing. He threw an efficient 31 pitches, 28 of the balls, 3 strikes (including the first pitch, the kid on the other team hacking, and one that somehow managed to make it over the play sprinkled in between). They scored 4 runs, at which point the "mercy rule" took effect. Each team is only allowed to score a max of 4 runs per inning. Probably a good thing in this case, cause Coach didn't look like he was going to bring in a reliever.

He had tears in his eyes as he left the field and walked back to the dugout. I knew it as soon as I saw the last run cross the plate, and his head drop out there on the mound. His coaches and teammates were patting on the back. For a moment I thought about NOT going over there, just letting him work it out himself. But I couldn't do that. I HAD to tell him how proud I was of him. Not to get him to stop crying, not to bump up his ego. But because I WAS proud of him. He went out there, gave it his all, and didn't come unglued at all. Pitch after pitch, he went right back at it.

When I got to him, he was fighting back tears. He looked at me and I smiled right away. I said, "I'm so proud of you! Don't worry about the results, you did it! You went out and pitched!". It helps that later in the game, he had two RBI singles in his two at-bats. If nothing else, he has that to look upon.

In the world of 9 and 10 year olds playing baseball, walking four runs in doesn't mean a whole lot. We keep score, but just barely. It's about the experience, the teammates, the game. It's about playing. Baseball always has been a sport of boys, played by men. In the end, watching him laugh with his teammates as they sat in the dugout and traded stories of each one's pitching prowess (or lack thereof), that was really what it's all about. There's no crying in baseball, the saying goes, but there is smiling.

Posted by Jason at 11:09 PM 21 comments

Wanted to share this from my blog. I really can't stop talking about my son, and I feel like sharing with ya'll here. Sorry if it's long and verbose. I don't really know any other way. (=

So it is,

Jason

It's great Jas so nice and wonderful...

Awwww that's so sweet Jason

Drunken txting from the hubby are hilarious

Thanks, ya'll! (= Yes, drunken texts from the hubby ARE funny... especially when you're out with his girl! Oh sure, he THINKS she's texting him back, but instead she's passed out in the front seat and you're going crazy promising all these things to him that SHE'LL have to answer for...

Not that it ever crossed my mind to do something like that...

Ever appreciative,

Jason

who's drunk ex hubby is texting?

You're Naughty!!!

Toasty is plowed and decided he need to share with me

<---doesn't have a current drunk ex-hubby, but I have BEEN a drunk ex-hubby. Although I can't say I've EVER called/texted/smoke signaled the ex-wife. I did, however, once leave a 2 minute rambling voice mail to my cousin whom I THOUGHT was a friend of mine, but apparently hit the wrong speed dial number. That was fun. If you think I'm verbose now, get me snookered and I'll start talking and you'll NEVER get me to shutup.

Yours in the line of fire,

Jason

<---isn't gay, contrary to what that last post might have indicated.

In all my manliness glory,

Jason

alrighty then manly Jason...

I don't txt with my ex husband, and Toasty is just my virtual husband Wow that sounds really weird