A Sunny Field, A Few Friends, A Nice Day

My son's fall baseball team gathered one last time this afternoon to celebrate the end of the season. The boys' played a final game against an ad hoc team of dads -- and one mom. The boys pretty much trounced the parents. They ate cake and heard the obligatory coach's talk about highlights from the season.

It was a beautiful day at the ballpark. We had perfect weather, good food, nice folks -- all to celebrate a very worthwhile endeavor: teaching a few boys to play the all American game, along with a little sportsmanship, in a way that also allowed them to make friends and have some fun. 

Too many kids get burned out on organized sports long before they ever reach their teenage years. But not these boys. These boys are having fun. That's just the way it ought to be.