What ever happened to baseball in the summer time?! When I was growing up, we played exclusively in the summer; of course I lived in northern Illinois so the climate had a lot to do with that. We also didn't get the 'every body is a winner' speech from our parents. It was more of the 'well you guys stink, try harder'. Nowadays everyone is so enmeshed in their children's happiness and ability to do well that in a lot a ways we don't prepare them for growing up like we should.It was cold this weekend. Really cold. This would be the reason you didn't see Spring Little League back when I was a kid. The wind was blowing around 15 mph and it was in the 40's F. It was unbearable for all the adults in attendance. We'd much rather be in our pj's drinking coffee at 10am than sitting outside watching mini-me's play T-ball.
Saturday was child #3's first go round with T-ball, at four years of age. I can't remember how many balls went past him in the field or how many times the coaches had to holler to get him to stand on the bases, but he had a blast. You couldn't tell by the look on his face how cold it was but you sure could from his red nose and ears.