Winter Ball

I honestly think the season is going in revers and heading back into winter. It's down right cold. We should be in shorts and t-shirts but instead we are in winter fleeces and I have honestly thought about putting on a hat and gloves during a few of these late innings ball games. To the boys (and that's all the boys, on both baseball teams). I thought snow was going to fall during Coco's last practice. The Mudcats (actual team name) were all running around in their short sleeve shirts and baseball pants. The parents were shivering on the sidelines. It is baseball, so how much running around are they really doing?

The collective consciousness of the crowd is an amazing thing. You see it in evidence at sporting events, knowing when to sit and stand as a crowd. One, efficient unit, working in unison. The crowd will discipline it's own. You get one or two knuckleheads standing for no reason. The crowd will course correct and take action. The knuckleheads get the point. At Coco's last practice, they finished with a scrimmage. They started a few minutes later that normal but no big deal. They played one innings that ended at 7:25. Practice is supposed to end at 7:30. So we figured, things would wrap up and we would start heading home. No such luck. The other team started taking the field. At that point you could hear and feel the collection groan and sigh of the disappoint of the crowd. Apparently the crowd did not feel corporal punishment was in order, so we played two.