I swear, anyone who thinks baseball – and particularly Little League baseball – is boring, well, I just couldn’t disagree more. Today’s game between the Phillies and the Angels – wow! What a game!
By the third inning, the score was 4 – 3 Phillies. Then the Angels passed us up and we were down by three. There were some bad calls by the umpire (who, it turns out was only 14 years old, poor kid), which resulted in some drama in the stands by an overzealous parent. We gained two runs in the fifth but were still down by one.
Oh the suspense! This is AA, and there is a six-inning limit with a drop dead time of two hours and fifteen minutes.
Time was running out. In the top of the sixth inning, we handily got the Angels’ batters out one by one.
Then it was the bottom of the sixth. We were still down by one run. We had six minutes until the game would be called. Joey was up to bat first. Mothers were screaming and clutching at each other in the stands (okay, I was one of them). He hit a single! When the next batter was up, he stole second, and then third! The next batter hit a double, bringing Joey home for the tying run!
In the very last minute – no kidding, the very last minute – we made the winning run. I cried – I couldn’t help myself! The boys were beaming! My heart swelled with pride in all these boys who have worked so hard to come this far.
It seems like only yesterday I was biting my nails and willing Joey to swing and make contact with the ball back in Rookies. Now, he’s full of confidence, and when he gets up to the plate, it never fails to put a hitch in my chest.
Man, I love that boy. And I love this game!