I am the baseball mom. My husband does basketball with the girls and I get the boys to baseball games and practices.Well another season is finished and soon to be started again. I have made great strides this year. I can truly see that spitting on the mound gives a pitcher time to gather his thoughts. I have noted how they spit them out and then reach down to snatch them up again, rubbing them deep into their hands before the pitch.

It's been awesome to learn that all the rules you teach them in life at home never apply in the dugout. Drink any Gatorade available whether you brought it or not, if you forgot your cup borrow someone else's....and I am not talking Gatorade here; and never gather your equipment until the end of the game because if you wait long enough perhaps one of your parents will come gather it for you. Pine benches resonate farts louder than metal benches and a straw stuck under your arm and blown will do a pretty gook imitation fart. I am looking forward to next season as the competition rises and men who coach them get more and more intense. Perhaps I will get to use more of my nursing skills on sudden cardiac arrest victims. For now I will watch and learn from the outside looking in to foreign world.

Yup, I feel blessed to be this enlightened in such a short time.