We lost the game

We had the van backed up and the door raised. The 12 x 12 tent was pulled out. The big vinyl chairs would spread around. The cooler was full of ice. There were chips, sunflower seeds, oranges, and other assorted eats and drinks.

We also had the Bose speaker that connected wirelessly to our iPhone so we could play loud music. All we needed were those famous words, “Play ball!!!”.

And they came.

It was a six inning single elimination tournament.

We were eliminated.

The score was 14-13. No worries. No sorrow. The season is over. Haydn had a real good game. He was hit by the ball and he was walked. He stole a few bases (maybe three) and scored a run. He finished well.

It was hot even under the tent. I know the boys were hot, but no one complained. They played well, yelled loud, and did all they could do. We now move on to the next inning in our lives. That will be fun too.

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Final game of the season?

Today may be the final game of the season. Haydn has a playoff game with one of the superior teams in our league. Our team is 2-8 for the ten game season. It has been a good season and we have had a lot of fun.

We’re not a good team and the best thing about that is nobody seems to be bothered by our inability to play well. That is a good thing. I’m glad they have a healthy dose of “it’s okay if we lose; we’re having a good time” attitude.

I’ve asked Hadyn several times if it bothered him to lose and he says, “No” every time. I’m glad about this. He enjoys being with his team and he is a leader on the field.

One of the dads told me last game how Haydn hustles all the time. He does. He leads the team to the on field line up formation before the game. He leads the team on the field at the start of each inning.

Last game he organized all the equipment for the coach toward the end of the game so it could be gathered easily to load in the cars. As the game ended, it began to rain, which made is proactive organizing all the more important. We snatched it up and loaded it for the coach.

Though it has been a good experience, it will be nice to move on to other summer activities. So much to do; so much fun to have. Summer, family, fun, and memories galore. It’s a wonderful life.

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(A note from Haydn’s coach.)

Hello A’s

Below are team stats for our top 5 batters.  To explain:

  • AB = At Bats, or number of times up to bat
  • BB = Base on Balls, or Walks
  • SO = Strike Outs
  • H = Hits (only those hits where the player reaches base safely)
  • Contacts = The number of times the player puts the ball in play, including hits, ground outs, and fly outs
  • BA = Batting Average (Hits/AB)
  • OBP = On Base Percentage (Hits + BB / AB)

Going forward, batting order will be determined using Batting Average, with the top batter in the 4th position (Clean-Up), and the next three batters in the 1st through 3rd positions.

Player

AB

BB

SO

H

Contacts

BA

OBP

Sawyer

13

4

3

5

6

0.385

0.692

Haydn

8

1

3

3

4

0.375

0.500

Jay

12

4

2

4

6

0.333

0.667

Isaac

8

3

3

2

2

0.250

0.625

Wesley

9

3

5

1

1

0.111

0.444

Coach Jim

My son’s gambling problem

I was making a deposit at the bank when my 9-year old son lean in to me and asked if he could take $3 out of his bank account. He made a wager with his friend, Ethan. He had 3 bucks on the Niners. Oh my! My son was gambling last night. The good news is (1) He wanted to pay his gambling debt; (2) he wanted to keep his word. I guess I can praise the LORD for that.

Last night the SF 49’s played the Baltimore Ravens in the 47th Super Bowl. We went to our friend’s home–the Subers, to watch the game with our Small Group. We have a SB party each year. Lot’s of fun.

Haydn doing it again

The paragraphs below (in blocks) tell a snippet about our most recent trip to the Greenville Christmas Parade. We went there with our good friends, the Crumptons.

We sat on the street, waiting for the parade to come. We had some of the “best seats in the house.” We arrived 90 minutes early to put our chairs out and then went to get something to eat.

Once we got back, we settled in for the parade to show up. Haydn and Ansa were sitting in front of me and Tristen was a few spots over, all three of them sitting on the pavement.

A Target Float came by and some of the walkers were passing out candy canes, good size ones. A lady gave Haydn and Ansa one, but did not see Tristen a few spots away from them.

Without hesitation, Haydn took the candy cane and seamlessly reached out to Tristen and handed his to her, recognizing that he would not get one. The 17-year old son–Charles–of the Crumptons saw what he had done.

His mother sent the following email note to me a couple of days later:

Charles was utterly shocked at Haydn’s reaction with the candy cane. He said, “Mom it was an instant, normal reaction for him to look out for his sisters.”

I responded this way initially:

Okay…i’ll respond later to all of this, but wanted to tell you now that I am crying as I read what you said about my son. It’s my dream that he would love Jesus. He is such a good boy. He is amazing to me. I saw him do that. Thanks for reminding me. I needed to be re-encouraged today. I praise God for Haydn.

And then responded this way the next day:

Thanks again for the email. It was a lot of fun to read what you wrote to Haydn and the girls. He kinda hung his head down, kinda shy about being the center of attention. He is what he is and he does what he does, a total encouragement to me…and Lucia too. We have been blessed because God gave us those three guys.

I broke my bottom

Haydn said, “Daddy, I think I broke my bottom.”

I said, “I think you did cause there is a crack in it.”

The kids laughed a lot. I love hearing my children laugh and love even more making them laugh. There is something about the laughter of my children that satisfies something deep in my soul. Their laughter communicates contentment to me.

We laugh a lot in our home.

Classic Haydn

We pulled into the garage after a couple of hours of running errands. This was a Tuesday, so the garbage can and recycle bin were out at the cul-de-sac. I asked Haydn if he would go get the recycle bin and bring it to the garage. He said, “Okay daddy, but I have got to pee.” I told him to pee outside, a boys dream. He jumps out of the van and runs outside to pee.

Unfortunately, I did not supervise this or give him specific instructions. When I got out of the van and looked outside I saw Haydn with zipper down, walking up our concrete driveway, while peeing a zig-zag line. The drive is slanted upward, therefore he was sort of waddling from side to side while straddling the line of pee he was making up the drive.

Once he had accomplished his artwork, he yelled back at me, “Dad!! Look at what I did! This was a proud moment for my son. His dad was just as proud.