Category Archives: Mr. Boy

Adventures in Little League

It’s the bottom of the fourth, two outs and a runner on second base. Then a father notices the potential flaw in the runner’s getting to third, let alone home. His left shoe is untied. "Colin, tie your shoe!" the father yells from the stands. Colin looks down, sees the problem, then looks back at the stands and grins and shrugs. He doesn’t know how to tie his shoe. Luckily, on the next hit, he makes it to third, where the third base coach ties it for him.

Scrappers beat Mudcats

Not sure what the score was, in Mr. B.’s first Little League game of the season. He thought his Scrappers won 10-8. "It doesn’t matter," he said. "The idea is to have fun." He sure did, getting four hits, one run, tagged out once, and left on twice. He had a nice throw to first base, too. He’s definitely improving.

The favor of the gods

One of the coldest mornings in a week or so (it’s 37 F at the moment with a wind chill of 32) has a silver lining for Mr. B. He is going to have to sit out half of recess for yesterday’s crime of talking too much and acting silly. Now he can serve his sentence on a chilly, windy morning that won’t be all that inviting, anyhow. Or so he said. Aiming for cheerfulness, as he has been taught, in the face of adversity.

G.I. Joe

Dad’s idea of a cowboy birthday theme thwarted, Mr. B. went off with Mom to Party Pig yesterday and picked a G.I. Joe one. We have an M-1 Abrams tank pinata, plastic soldier favors and plastic camoflaged combat helmets for this afternoon’s four invitees. There’s even an inflatable M-16. I was amazed, but she said he’s been trying to do this since he was three. Confessed she had always steered him to something else because, well, this is Austin and she was worried the other Moms might not like it. Decided to be bold this time, now that he and his chums are eight. Told the tale of one political extremist in our old neighborhood who let her kids consume sugar packets at a restaurant but went slightly mad, (yelling "No chemicals!") when one of them tried to eat a packet of Sweet ‘N Low. Will have to watch out for offended parents today. Already practicing my "boys will be boys" routine.

No cowboys

Now here’s a shocker. I went to H.E.B. this morning to order Mr. B.’s birthday cake for Sunday. Chocolate cake. Check. Chocolate icing. Check. Last year we did Harry Potter, the year before it was Spiderman, and before that Bob the Builder. So, this year, how about a plastic cowboy and horse or two on top? No cowboys. No cowboys? No cowboys. This is the oldest and largest grocery chain in Texas, found only in Texas (and Mexico), for that matter, and it has no cowboys for a kid’s birthday cake? No cowboys. Sheesh.

UPDATE:  Cowboy figures with lassos also are in short supply in local toy stores. Found plenty with six-guns, but then I ran across a shelf of Papo’s handpainted knights and decided to go for two more. Mr. B. already has several and enjoys them. All mine were one color. I’m envious of these

Back to school

Mr. B. went back to school today, where he’s learning probabilities, writing book reports and practicing cursive. He was home yesterday with a sore throat, which came with ice cream, popsicles and fruit juice. Today, he’ll have to settle for water. But, this afternoon, after baseball practice, there’ll be Gatorade.

The Scrappers

I don’t know what it is with dogs, but Mr. B.’s new Little League team is The Scrappers, whose mascot is a bulldog. Last year’s team was the Muckdogs. The Scrappers had their first practice last Saturday, in which their throwing and catching was pretty impressive, but they didn’t get around to any hitting so remains to be seen if they’ll be high-scoring.