Hello to all! Yes, I made it to Tampa with very little excitement. There were nasty storms while we were driving that made me chat with God asking Him to help us to get to our destination.
Unfortunately, we could not find anything beyond a disappointing Chick filet for dinner. Oh woe!
is the big kid? Well, we have had limited opportunities to chat this
week. As I stayed in South Carolina, my days and evenings were booked by
the Southern belle and Pop. So, we played phone tag until last night
when he touched base around 8 before entering the air plane. He finally
told me where the team was staying and I shared with him, that I could
not wait for the information and decided to take a room at the Hampton
Inn.Therefore, our hotels are five miles apart. Sheesh....next time,
give me a two day heads up.
we got to the stadium, the leftie remembered to leave us game tickets
at the box office which saved me $14.00. Upon entering, we looked around
and it is a magnificent university stadium. The field, seats, sound
system, and score board were top notch. The opposing team was too....now
on to the game.....
OK, as you know, BP mom has to
wait generally for an entire game for a glimpse at her favorite player.
However, with last night's game, he made it in before the 8th
inning....and here is how it went....
entered the game when the score was 17-0 (other team was winning). He
looked pretty good. He was throwing and in the zone. But somewhere along
the line, the players forgot that they were in a game and behind him
there were 5 errors. Yes, that is right....5 errors. The official score
documented 4 errors, but I distinctly saw five! Needless to say, it is
an outing that the short stop and first baseman need therapy to get
over. The pitcher kept his cool and threw and threw and threw....56
pitches in one inning. Yes, he walked a guy...yes, he hit a batter who
was crowding the plate, but these were insignificant. He should have
been out of the inning within 12 pitches. Thanks to his team mates, he
was not....which leads me to his pitching coach who shouted at hm a few
weeks ago: "If you do not pitch to contact, you will not pitch for me,
is that statement working for you, dude? Should he continue to pitch to
contact if his defense is not playing the ball? Hmmm. Such a dilemma.
and I left after the 8th inning and headed back to our hotel when we
got the text message: "Please come and meet me." OK, let's go...see you
at the bar at your hotel...."Not allowed at the bar..." Huh? OK, that
makes sense....take a long shower in your room so that I can sip a pinot
and wait for you, then we can chat in the lobby.
saw him, he looked tired. He gave his performance a "D". I thought that
it was more like a B minus. he lost a few points by hitting the batter
and walking the other.
coaches said to the players that one game does not define a season and
not let it bother them. Although while stretching, the leftie pulled on
one of the bands that was attached to the fence and clearly hit the head
coach on the jaw with his hand. Ouch....anyway.....
The head and pitching coaches congratulated his performance. Obviously, they watched the same game that I did.
we sat in the lobby, the kid said that he was at peace. He does not
blame his team mates because he knows that they did not drop or over
throw the balls on purpose. Where does he stand for the rest of the
weekend? No more pitching. He's done for the weekend. And that is
it....the life of BP mom.....
Thousands of miles in a
car....handfuls of Skittles.....peanut butter sandwiches on I95....find
the ball park....sit and watch a great game or like last night...a
really bad game....wait and wait to see her son....he warms up....he
you know.....I would not trade these moments for anything. I will do
whatever it takes to be the support that my family needs. If it means a
week's worth of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on the road, then
Sigh. Now Tink and I will look for some fish
tacos and go to the 6 pm game. The weather has cleared. It is
warm....life goes on.....