This weekend, for the first time ever, I got to play a game of baseball with my boys. We played in the backyard on the sportcourt with an oversized plastic bat and a plastic ball. We had a pitcher (me), a batter, and an outfielder. At first, we started out with baserunning, but the boys really just wanted to hit and catch, so we changed it up a bit. We took out the baserunning and just gave each boy 4 hits. After they got their hits (fouls didn't count), they'd switch.
I was very impressed with how well the boys hit. LilKat2 was able to make good solid contact with the ball and was able to hit it pretty far. LilKat1 was hitting it really hard. I wonder if he's been playing baseball at school or something because he was doing quite well. We played for about and hour and had a great time.
Well, there was one moment that wasn't great...LilKat1 tagged me with a screaming line drive straight in my groin.
Wow, you wouldn't expect a plastic ball to be able to hurt so much. But I had to lie down on the ground for a good 2 minutes with the two little boys hovering over me asking 'Are you ok Daddy?' ('Yes, I'm fine. But I'm just going to lie down for a little bit...')
I'm sure the whole thing looked like a scene from America's Funniest Home Videos.
You know, that game of baseball was kind of strange. I guess I'm not used to the fact that my boys are old enough to play games with me like that. I remember playing baseball and basketball with the all the neighborhood kids when I was little. Next thing you know, we'll all be running kids off the court in 3-on-3 at the park!