What’s the score?

12961466_10153794518308001_4884120917281900007_nIt has recently occurred to me that an approximate 50% of my life has been spent on some sort of ball field.  First, it was the  soccer field as a young lady traveling all over Long Island.  Later playing for Sea Cliff Little League with Mrs. Barbara Brown, our coach.  Barbara is the mother of one of my closest friends Kelli Brown, Barbara coached “Super 7 Ice Cream.”  Greatest part of being on that team was the unlimited amount of ice cream we consumed after our games.  I can still remember marching in the Sea Cliff Little League parade with my friends as that was the way we celebrated opening day.  The ceremonies at Clifton Park are vivid memories I will never forget.  I can close my eyes and smell the fresh cut grass and hear the poor loud speaker system that would announce our names.  My sister Laura and brother Joey played in the same league as well so opening day was a family affair filled with screaming and cheers from Mom and Dad looking on proudly at his ball players.  Later there was our Middle School and High School teams where we all played for what seemed like an eternity.  Mom absolutely never missing one game and Dad only missing if he had to work but showing up late with his work clothes and a fresh cup of coffee for Mom, milk one sugar of course.  I can hear Mom screaming calling out my name that sounded like ChriSTAINa and her very loud unique whistle when I made an exceptional play or smacked the crap out of the ball.  Same sort of screaming went on for  Laura and Joey on the field, Laura’s Mom scream name was LAW and Joey was just always Joey. Well here I am now some almost twenty five years later on the field screaming for my Danny Boy and my Chrissy Mac.  While John does not play sports he is very much into theater and that does not allow one to scream so I make up for it when I drop him to school screaming I love you Johnny Boy.  Don’t ever want to have him to feel that he did not get ample Mom yelling as a child that may lend to his later life therapy sessions.

Janice of 1989 is now the Christina of 2016.  There I am at each game screaming and yelling for all the boys on the field.  Albeit I am learning the sport of Lacrosse and Chrissy has a gag order on me at the moment.  As I sit and watch these games I am feeling a bit distracted and quite possibly not as focused as Janice was.  I am pretty sure I have self diagnosed attention deficit syndrome.   Here is a sample of how these games go:

1st Inning:

Go Legends!  Set up my chair and get ready to watch the game.  Say hi to all my fellow Legends families and settle in.  I am top of my game at this point, I know the batting order, who is playing what position etc.

2nd Inning:

John- Is this almost over?  Can I have a snack?  What is for dinner?

Go Danny Boy!  Good eye… Good Eye….

3rd Inning

Christian- Ma I am hungry.

There are snacks in the bag.

I want a hot dog.

I have no money on me.  Ask your Father.

Ma- Dad said he is in the dugout and he is trying to coach a game that he has no money on him for me to ask Grandpa.

So ask Grandpa.

I don’t want to ask Grandpa.

Your outta luck kid.

Ma but I am hungry and I did not eat.

Not my problem.

Fellow Legend Mom goes to her purse to politely shut Christian up and says here go get a hot dog. Grandpa gives him some money to keep the kid from asking for the one millionth time!!

What’s the score?

4th Inning

What IS for dinner?  I am so sick of the same thing.  Wonder what she is making for dinner.  She is so skinny.  I bet she is making kale and couscous and salmon.  I have chicken cutlets.  Maybe I will make them.  I really should not fry so much.  Did I put those clothes in the laundry?  Kids have to stop putting everything in the hamper.  I better take off my sunglasses I will have raccoon  eyes by the time this game is over.  GO DANNY BOY!  Nice swing!  What a shot!  GO LEGENDS!  I totally have nothing for the boys for lunch tomorrow.  Donald likes wheat bread but I think I only have white.  Really should not buy white, I bet she does NOT give her kids white.  I really need to loose weight.  I will get flax seed wraps instead.  What is a flax seed? I don’t want to go to stop in shop, I feel like I live there.  Wonder how many gas points I have earned.  Is this week a pay week?  I really should pay attention.  NOWAH!  What a hit!  RBI !!!  Come on boys lets win this game!

Ma- now I am thirsty do you have anything to drink?

What’s the score?  What inning are we in.  Go Danny Boy!

5th Inning

My legs hurt I need to move around.  DJ is shouting out the line up for the 11U Port Washington Legends.  He gives me a look like I am working here what do you want.  I stare in awe of the dedication he has to our boys.  How can I be so lucky to have married my best friend.  Oh yeah Shannon I need to call her we can never seem to get together these days.  I wonder if she is free next week? Oh no next week is the Chamber Choir for Johnny.  Does he have any shirts that fit his neck?  He is 6’2″ now and nothing fits anymore.  Maybe I have things at the dry cleaner, but Donald is smaller then him.  He really needs new sneakers I will get him new sneakers.  Hey girls like my new sneaker?  What IS for dinner?  Maybe I will make something on the BBQ.  What inning are we in?  What’s the score?  Danny Boy is at the plate again pay attention ChriSTAINa!

6th Inning

How many innings do we play again?  I forget every year.  Is there a run rule?  I think we are winning by a lot.  If I could just focus I would know the score and what inning we were in.  I think there is a time limit.  If there is a time limit we are almost done.  Who has steak on sale let me google that, I am in the mood for steak.  I turn to look at my phone and there is Christian on the swings playing with the other siblings.  Smiling laughing and despite the I hate baseball comments this morning he is having a blast.  Oh wait this is the 6th inning.  i think we are almost done.  Love watching these boys.  Love chatting with these Moms and Dads.  I need to work on my focus.  Danny Boy is on the mound.  Oh no the pressure is on.  Wait I am not sure of the score.  My little Mariano Rivera… Boy if he practiced a little more he would be some pitcher.  Look at his arm, throwing heat!  Wow he has gotten so tall.  Look at his stride.  Go Danny Boy!  With my heart in my hands and my pride on the mound I try to really focus for these last few outs.

Legends win!  Whata game.  What a team effort.  Let’s go boys pack up your things time to head home.  This is the best times of our lives, can’t wait till the next game.

Hey Don…..What WAS the score?

 

mound

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