Highs and lows. What you should know:
As previously mentioned, Little League tryouts were on Saturday at 1:30 p.m. We arrived with all of our proofs of residency at 1:31 p.m. to be told we were late. They slapped a number on H and off he ran. As we moved over to the fields, I noticed none of the familiar faces of baseball around. I wondered where our buddies were, so I sent a text to a mom I expected to see. She explained that they don’t tryout for Minor B baseball. Well then what the hell were we trying out for? Panic set in as my gut caught up with the reality that we were in for something very different.
The actual tryouts were a combo of fielding, catching, hitting and running. There were some very good kids in the ten person group Harry was in. Some went through the motions with ease and confidence. H did not do that. He did his best, but he was very nervous. He was also much smaller and younger than all of the kids in his group. He had fun, he clearly loves the sport. After a series of texts while H was on the mound, I found out that some kids will NOT make a team. I thought they used the tryout as a way to balance the teams, when in fact, it is a do or die situation. He was trying out for Minor A baseball because of his age, there was no way around it. I will not tell Harry. He is not ready for that kind of disappointment. He is eight. The good news is he will end up on a Minor B team, and no one will know or care that he tried out and didn’t make Minor A. It of course will be fine. But man, I felt really duped.
Later that evening, I joined a Girls Night Out at Atlas Social Club. Eight ladies just out for food and fun. It was an absolute blast. G took the kids over to our pal’s house for pizza, ping pong and craziness. We all stayed up way past our bedtime. I was definitely not dry, and have now eased up on my attempts to be so for the entire month. I have learned that when an opportunity comes around to spend time without kids, with other women you enjoy, you must take it. There’s nothing like chewing the fat with girl pals and we often don’t give ourselves those opportunities.
Sunday was slow going around this house. We were all gearing up for the game of all games, the Broncos versus the Patriots. My husband is a die hard Broncos fan and has been one since he was a kid. It was the perfect game day weather, sunny but brisk. We made bratwurst, ate pretzels and nuts. It was just the type of Sunday we all needed, paired with the Broncos win, of course. After the kids went to bed, we watched Straight Outta Compton. It was really, really good. I am shocked there wasn’t an acting nomination for Jason Mitchell or Corey Hawkins. Both were excellent. I heard Jason Mitchell on NPR the other day saying some things that struck me. It was to the effect of the Academy thinking it must be very easy for a black actor to play a gangster rapper. His point was that he had NO clue how to play Eazy, he had no experience with the Los Angeles Ghetto or drug trade, much less rap music. His upbringing was quite the opposite, having been on the east coast, schooled in the arts. So it was hugely challenging to play the role he did so believably. Just something to consider, considering…
Have a wonderful week, friends. I am slowly catching up.