Or maybe just take me back to the hotel cause I just spent 11...that's ELEVEN hours at the ball park. And let's just say there's lots of blogging material to be found at a ball park. More about that later. First, this would be the reason we spent ELEVEN hours at the ball park today.

That would be my husband officiating at the state baseball tournament. The kids and I tagged along for the fun. He had to be at the park for pictures (cause ya know ya gotta have your memories!) at 8:00. The first game was at 10:00...followed by one at 1:00 (he was off the game but what the heck...we were at the park anyway...why not watch it) and then another one at 4:00. There was a game at 7:00 but I had to draw the line somewhere.

Surprisingly my kids were extremely well behaved (which doesn't bode well for tomorrow...I don't think I can get two days in a row). They managed to sit...SIT...for 3 entire baseball games. Flapjack loved it and asked a kabillion questions. DQ also asked a kabillion questions but none of them had anything to do with baseball so I ignored a lot of them. (I know that sounds rude but really...she just talks...a lot...an occasional uh huh is all it takes...she's not really looking for answers most of the time.)

The fans...hmmmm...the fans...there is just nothing like a high school baseball mama. Get the heck and stay the heck outta her way. These women had their faces painted with paws and letters and all kinds of stuff. Flapjack wanted to know if I would do that when HE played at the state tournament (that's my boy...dream big!). I assured him that by that time I would be entirely too old to care about makeup and I would simply bring my bullhorn to make sure he heard my coaching advice.

DQ and I had a favorite fan...she called him Robbie Ray. He was rockin the mullet...complete with permed hair in back, cut off shirt sleeves, tattooed bands around his biceps...and he was OLD. His permed mullet was streaked with grey. He was something...not quite what he thought he was...but he was something. He yelled...a lot...especially at my husband...which cracked me up. I love listening to the fans complain. It's my personal favorite part of the game. I want to tell them my husband is a bit deaf...okay...a lot deaf. He is NOT hearing them...but if it makes them feel better to yell...more power to them. It keeps me entertained and that's what's important, right?

Tomorrow we have yet another day at the ball park. I will NOT be spending ELEVEN hours there...but maybe 5 or 6.