The last baseball game of the season, for grandson Ben, was on Sunday. His parents were out of town and I was the designated grown-up to get him there. I knew he was disappointed that his parents were missing the last game - so I told him that maybe he should go ahead and have his best game ever - and we could give my appearance credit - because I do not normally go to his games. I have legitimate reasons for not using up my energy on treks to sporting events. Ben's final game was at a field within walking distance to his house which was doable for me.
So, he proceeded to have his best game ever - and I could hear the other parents who knew that his parents were out of town making comments about a possible *grandma-effect.* I'm glad it was the last game. Otherwise - those parents would probably be leaning on me to show up at more games.
And the frosting on the cake --- the game only lasted an hour - because of a mercy rule. Ben's team clobbered those suburban kids. Nanna is not very good at sporting events that take longer than an hour. I also think 9 year olds should be playing something called Stealball. It seems like their throwing skills are so unpredictable that most players figure that stealing will work out because the throwing is so unpredictable. At least it makes for more action. Not to mention confusion. There are rules to limit the number of bases a player can steal.
Bottom line - the camaraderie is adorable and Ben got the Leadership Award - which is the name of the award for the kid who is most inclined to do what is asked of him by the coach - and coaches reward that.
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