Baseball fever

So I have been accused of being an embarrassing cheerleader. I don't think that I am. I really don't think that jumping up and down, yelling at the top of my lungs, accidentally sending congrats to a batter who just got a strike, stomping furiously on the metal benches to make as much noise as possible, hollering out the wrong name as I try to send good luck to the upcoming batter, distracting the catcher (on our own team) by telling him in my very loud voice that he is my hero, or running to the dugout after a close game (in which we finally won the number one team) to give all the players a hug, warrants the title of overexcited mom. AND the playoffs have not even started yet. Rob and Jordan are determined to stay in the car and watch those. Well I can go for that. I don't think my legs can take anymore jabs to the shin from an embarrassed daughter telling me to settle down, or my side cannot take the ever so subtle pinches from Rob who has to get up and walk away (with the excuse that his legs hurt) just to get away from me. What can I say? I am sick (with baseball fever).

















Brandon's team is doing very well and is projected to be in the top two. He survived a frustrated catcher who chased him back to third base and tackled him with all his furry. How could anyone hurt innocent Brandon? Rob had to hold me back...
Jordan's team is well, lets just say they have had a taste of victory a few times. BUT they could take second place for the cheering section.
Megan's team really could be great someday. She made catcher the last few games and is in heaven. Finally some action.

The first round of playoffs for Brandon's team start tonight and the forecast does not look so good! Plus Megan's achievement day leaders scheduled an ever so untimely mother-daughter party for tonight. I think God must know that this cheerleader doesn't want to miss a game. Please join in desire with me that the rain will descend ever so hard (otherwise they will still play) so that they will HAVE to reschedule.