Category Archives: Mr. Boy

When pigs fly

Hogs, actually. Three hundred pounders in the seat next to you in economy class, spilling over into your seat. Their arms are so fat they can’t keep them in their own area–an average airline seat width of nineteen inches. Their thighs are as big around as your waist. Happened to Mr. B.’s mom this week on a business trip to D.C.–going and coming. Maybe airlines should charge by the pound, the way  slave traders did. Unfortunately Southwest Airlines has set a bad precedent. Now, we’re supposed to believe it’s discrimination to complain. Hogwash!

Scrappers fall

They kept striking out. There was also the spectacle of four players converging to catch a pop fly before it fell on the ground. So they lost to the Lookouts, 5-0. Mr. B. did stop a grounder before it added to the score. That’s three losses for the season so far.

Camping

We’re off to Inks Lake State Park today for an overnight campout with the Cub Scouts–mainly an excuse for Mr. B. and his pals to run wild whilst Mom and I sit and read. Warm day/cool night forecast. We’ll watch them swim in the probably frigid, 800-acre lake, one of the smallest in the Highland Lakes chain west of Austin. Well, I will, that’s for sure.

UPDATE:  Mr. B. got to swim, and learned to fish, and rode in a canoe for the first time. He slept like the baby he no longer is and came home exhilarated. Dad and Mom came home exhausted. Even an air mattress is no substitute for a real bed. 

Game ball

The Scrappers lost the kid-pitch exhibition game to the Lookouts, 8-3, but Mr. B. got the game ball for a timely catch of a pop fly while playing shortstop. He also got a good hit and two called strikes when he was pitching for the first time. Some of the kid pitchers were quite good, throwing called strikes over and over again. Bright, warm and windy day. I got sunburned.

Kid pitch

The Scrappers’ 23-run winning game Wednesday might be the last high scoring one now that kids are replacing the coaches at pitching. Mr. Boy did well in practice pitching, so may get a chance at it in tomorrow afternoon’s game. He even survived getting hit in the back yesterday by another kid pitcher while batting in practice, though he cried a little. The kid pitchers are a little wild and they’re throwing as hard as they can to get the ball over the plate. Which is why I think the high-scoring games are over. Now the challenge is for the hitters to stay in the box and swing. Several yesterday were antsy, stepping backward every time a kid pitcher delivered. Going to be interesting.

The male prerogative, part II

I got a chuckle when I saw this. Mom didn’t like it when I showed Mr. Boy that he didn’t have to run into the house evey time he needed to micterate (look it up) but could take advantage of the hereditary privilege. Now I see him at it in the backyard from time to time. Sometimes it’s even necessary. 😉

Scrappers scrapped

The gang got beat pretty good yesterday, losing to Thunder 14-7. Mr. B. struck out twice and grounded out once. It was pretty sloppy on defense, too. At one point it seemed the whole team was trying to cover second base, but nobody could find the ball. Ah, well, the travails of eight year olds.