Today's Cubs game was snowed out. But hey, it's mid-April, nearly a month into Spring. Why would it be warm?
My son's first practice is supposed to be Friday at 4 p.m. Since it is Wednesday night and alternating between snow and rain, I'm gonna go out on a limb and say it's not gonna take place...
Yesterday afternoon, I got a call from my ex. She'd been talking to my son about what new stuff he'd need for baseball this year. Since his league is banning aluminum bats, he's going to need a wooden bat...
...and since he grew like a weed over the winter, he'll need new cleats...
...and a new cup.
She giggled and said he'd asked her if I could take him to get that.
Did I mention that he just turned 13?
It reminded me of his first baseball season, in 2003. He was 9 years old. During his first few practices, he let us know that he was not happy about wearing a cup. It was uncomfortable.
During one of the practices, a ball took an odd hop, and hit him right where the cup was. A little while later, he walked up to my ex- and I, looking a little stunned, and said "Man, I sure was glad I had my cup on."
He never complained about the cup again.