Some More Accurate Names For My Son’s T-Ball Team
Monday, October 19th, 2009The Dogpile Dodgers
The Balldropping Braves
The Thank-God-We’re-Not-Keeping-Score-Yet Yankees
The Bawling Brewers
The Tantrum Twins
The I-Want-My-Mommy! Mets
The Peepants Pirates
The Snotnose Sox
The Dear-Lord-I-Need-A-Hazmat-Suit-In-This-Frickin-Dugout Diamondbacks
The No Catch Cubs
The No Run Rockies
The Sorry-No-Snacks-Today Tigers
The Come-On-Guys-Let’s-Whack-the-Dugout-Mom-In-the-Kneecap-With-A-Bat-Because-She-Forgot-The-Snacks-Again A’s
The We-Hope-You-Have-Insurance Indians
The But-If-You-Bring-Us-Cheetos-Next-Week-We’ll-Be-Angels Angels
The Thank-God-We-Only-Have-Two-More-Games-To-Go Giants
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OK, full disclosure here. I was working on this piece today, and wasn’t really happy with it, but then I accidentally clicked on “Publish” instead of “Save Draft” and posted it. I would have taken it down right away, but then everyone would have been all, “Hells, what is she doing? Why is she screwing around with us? Is she freebasing Benadryl again? Is the state finally going to intervene? I mean, this is getting ridiculous.” Anyway, now you know why I say “they’re not all gems.”
And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go pretend I’m launching a mylar balloon with my sons Raptor and Chickenhawk on-board. I think that plan’s gonna work out great.
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