The Boys of Summer
We are a baseball family. One that endures the torture of being die hard Red Sox fans. We are depressed when the season is over in October and cannot wait for it to begin in April. I wait in line in February for vouchers to games in the coming season. And I try to make it to at least 3 games. We listen to Red Sox talk radio, watch most of the games on tv (right now it’s Red Sox v. Yankees and the Red Sox just tied it 5-5 in the top of the 8th inning) which is just about every night and if it’s a particularly good game we read the newspaper in the morning for a recap. Both boys play on teams for the town rec. dept. which means we are playing ball whether it be practice or a game 4 out of the 7 days. It would be more but they both have practice on the same evening which is good and bad since it is over in one night but it also consumes that entire night. Dinner and homework are on the fly.
Last year, my older son continued his baseball season by playing summer baseball which is a more laid back version of the spring season. It’s understood that some of the kids will miss games due to vacation and the season is short, just one month.
I took this photo during a special game played in the evening under the lights. If you look closely, on the right hand side under the leaves of the tree, you can see the ball that has just been clobbered. This photo was published in the local paper which sounds more impressive than it really is but was fun to see in print nonetheless.
Not only was there summer baseball there was also baseball camp. I have so many pictures of the kids playing ball, the standard batting pose or hands on knees in the ready position, I’ve been trying to look for those shots that are just a bit more unique.
(Red Sox just pulled ahead by 2, it’s 7-5 in the bottom of the 9th)