Herding Cats

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Yesterday was a beautiful day here in Kentucky, blue skies, sunshine and the slightest breeze to keep the heat down. One of the best places to be on a day such as this is a baseball game. The game I was at yesterday morning was T-Ball and the team is made up of four year olds playing for the first time. Hence the “herding cats” analogy. I’m telling you, those cute little uniformed darlings were EVERYWHERE! One of them was my great grandson who hit the ball the first time, then ran and retrieved it while holding tightly to his bat. When his team took the field, they took their positions as instructed by their long suffering coach. When the first ball left the bat, the whole team chased it down and jumped in a pile on top of it. This left first base uncovered, which I am convinced is the only reason our pride and joy, emerging from the pile with the ball, ran as hard as he could and proudly placed it on the T. There is one little girl on the team and our Oaklee is thoroughly smitten with her. At one point during the game he caught her eye and proceeded to gyrate in a cross between belly dancing and a dog trying to shake himself dry. I thought his daddy was going to die! Amid high fives and see you laters on the way to the parking lot, mommies sorted out hats and gloves that had gotten switched in the chaos and daddies plotted to have a practice session soon. From the vantage point of this old great grandma, a good time was had by all!