Wednesday, November 30, 2011
I only thought I didn't understand baseball..........
technical term (laid on top of- I call it like I see it). I could hardly watch. I felt like the mom in Karate Kid when Daniel is at the final meet and his leg is all broken and he's crying and messy and she's crying and messy. And I couldn't help but to wonder if Chess Club wouldn't have been a better choice, which is obviously YES because who gets hurt playing chess?
I'm not sure that he will want to compete in any more 'matches'- but we will continue with the practices because they do good strength training and excercises and for the most part they play 'shoe tag', which totally makes more sense to me anyway.
But that's just me. Seriously- it was way more than I could handle. I'm thinking ice hockey might be less traumatic. Or demolition derby.