At the risk of stating the obvious….it’s been snowing here….
Ice and snow and sleet and gray skies everywhere.
But last week….before the snow and ice descended upon the beautiful rural Kentucky countryside….
….we had a few days of warm weather.
Warm….as in a day with temperatures that started with the number 4.
Warm enough to pretend you could wear short sleeves.
Warm enough to cut lemons for sweet tea.
Warm enough for batting practice and catching fly balls and running the bases….
….because baseball season has begun.
I love baseball season.
I’ve sat through seven seasons of it.
I’ve watched a baseball player who was barely able to swing a bat at a pitching machine grow into size 10 1/2 cleats and the ability to catch a fly ball like his glove had super glue on it.
And even though baseball is a lot of hurry up and wait…..and a lot of watching when nothing is really happening….and a lot of games that feel like one big seventh inning stretch….
….when the bases are loaded and it’s the bottom of the ninth and your baseball player hits a grounder that sends his teammates home and they win the game….
….there is absolutely, positively nothing like it.
Yesterday….in the car…..we had a discussion about baseball “walk-up” songs.
You know….the songs that they play when the player goes up to the plate for his “at bat”.
Kind of a signature.
And my son spent the last 10 minutes of the drive trying to decide what his should be.
“Mom….how about….”We are the Champions,” he said.
I find that it’s best to nod in these situations….since in reality…..
….most of these questions are simply rhetorical.
He took my nod as an assent….
“Sharp Dressed Man?”
Another nod from me.
“Don’t Stop Believing….Hold on to the Feeling?”
I nodded again and said nothing.
“Or what about “The Eye of the Tiger”? he said enthusiastically. “Just a man and his will to survive.”
I smiled to myself.
And this is the point in the story where I should have kept nodding.
I mean….I know the script….I’ve been a mom for a while….
….but I just couldn’t help myself.
“I know,” I said to my overly confident baseball player with his will to survive and his sharp-dressed uniform and his champion stroll to the plate. “I’ve got the perfect walk-up song for you. How about….
…”Oh Lord…..It’s Hard to Be Humble.”
PS Next time I’ll keep nodding….I promise.
Bless my heart.