Last night brought to a close his 2,987th softball season.
He first joined a team when the Kaje was a baby, and we have been watching faithfully ever since. A couple of seasons ago (there are several 'seasons' in a year) he switched teams and joined my brother's team. They have had a great time together. Especially when they win!
This season, they didn't have the greatest time. (Just bein' honest).
Things have been abnormal here in the C league. But our team just keeps on trucking! Even though they left the season with a record that looked something like 2-463. That's okay, you know? 'Cause it's all about the fun. Just fun. Here we have a look at our "Bad News Bears" season. May it lift you and inspire you, much like 'Rudy' would.
The Double B after a solid thwack! Run, B, run!
I made a new best friend. He even held up my 'go team' sign and cheered with us. He was totally cracking us up! I love this man. I hope him and his Team Mexico won their game! I talked about him for so long The Double B said I should name him my B.M.F. -- my Best Mexican Friend. Isn't that hilarious? Oh, Double B...
The Double B at first base. Catch it, B, catch it! Of course, he did. He looks like a majestic antelope out there (nice, huh?)!
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. We lost. Not bad, but bad enough not to win. The Double B took it hard. He has a little flaw in his personality that makes him personally blame himself for the whole teams loss. This can kind of drive me a little ... crazy. Especially on the long... drive... home. Poor Double B.
Cute, aren't they.
So although this season of softball didn't go quite as desired, we learned a lot of really valuable things. For instance: we learned to keep going every Wednesday even if there is absolutely no possibility whatsoever that you are going to win. We learned that if you don't have good sportsmanship, the Double B pretty much will never talk to you again. We learned that having fans is about as valuable to our team as a penny and a nickel... but we fans come anyway. We learned that the kids love to see their Daddy play more then just about anything, especially when he acknowledges their existence from the field. We learned that even if the Double B's team loses for the rest of it's mortal existence, we're still gonna go and love to watch him play. 'Cause he's our Daddy. And we love to see him happy.