Convoluted Baseball

We aren’t  sports fans around here.  We just aren’t.  By nature of just being our children, the kidlets have had very, very limited exposure to baseball.  In fact, if they’ve had any exposure to baseball, it probably came in gym class at school.  I looked out the window on Saturday afternoon, and there was a baseball game taking place in my front yard, a very convoluted baseball game.  They had taken a few logs and strewn them around for bases.  YaYa was in charge of this and all other things regarding the game.  She was the pitcher extraordinaire.  She throws like me.  Let’s just say the pitches were more than slightly a bit wild and unpredictable.  She was also in charge of making all the rules to the game.  Score was being kept on our large chalkboard which had temporarily moved to the front yard.  Because both teams were short handed, as in there was only one person on each team because she was the pitcher all the time, batting took place from all the bases, not just home plate.  You could only advance one base at a time, and you kept on advancing around the diamond until you either struck out or made it home.  The other team was on base at the same time as the batting team, and if you did well, they could somehow score as well.

There was quite a bit of hip hop dancing taking place on base as the other team batted.  Waiting is hard.  The pictures do not do this justice whatsoever.

The game was constantly referred to as “The Championship Game of the NFL.”  No, I’m not joking.

YaYa kept up a full play by play of every event of the game in a voice that perfectly matched the best loud, annoying sportscaster you might imagine.

The highly entertaining sports event went along nicely for about twenty minutes before it ended in complete and utter disaster, tears, toil and strife.