TAKE ME OUT...

Yesterday evening, I had the opportunity to go to my husband's softball games. As usual, eveyone had missed me, and was glad to see me. There were hugs all around when I got there. My secret plan worked. My husband had no idea that, I was going to be there. Number two son, had no school today, and stayed with Granny and Poppa last night. He get's very bored watching my husband's games. Sometimes there are kids there, and sometimes not. Anyway, you should have seen my husband's face, when I parked next to him in the parking lot.

He was just getting ready to go inside the ball park, when I pulled up. He leaned down, to make sure that it was me. Then, he got the biggest smile on his face. He said over and over, "what a nice surprise." I said, "either you were actually glad that I'm here;" "or you were caught off guard, because you were doing something wrong." I was just joking about that naturally. So, I was handed the score book. That's my job, when Angela isn't there. She is, our team mates wife. She had an MRI, scheduled for late yesterday evening.

Never-the-less, they won both games. That's pretty good for, a bunch of old men. When now have one guy, in his twentys. He is, the baby of the team. The actual age ramge on our team goes from twenty something, all the way up to early fiftys. Quite a big age gap. However, they always have fun, and it works. I'm sure that, the team will fold, when the olders guys decide to quit. My husband refuses to play with anyone else.

However, it will be time for him to stop playing as well. After all, he will be 40 in September. My Dad, stoped playing softball at the age of 35. That probably has something to do with the fact that, I was born then too. Having said that, they will just keep playing, as long as their bodys let him. Ya'll go out to the ball game to this weekend.