No Crying in Baseball Tablescape

It's that season, where young children take to Little League Fields all over the United States.  Going to Little League games was a huge part of our summer for many years as our son played for nine years.  This year, when the chance came to build some benches for his Eagle project, he was excited because he had loved playing baseball. Click HERE to see that post. 

When he was really young, we asked him if he could run faster when he ran around the bases; he ran around the bases like a grandpa. He replied with some exasperation in his voice, "It's just a game!" Such wisdom in one so young.

This sign hangs in his room. We may not have shed many tears, but I remember many tense moments.

"Would he strike out?" "Would he walk?" "Would he catch the ball?"

I wish I would have relaxed more and just enjoyed the game.

 The mit in the center was his when he played T-ball.  I can't imagine his 17-year old hands ever being that small.  

Popcorn and a snack mix is featured on my table, but the players always ate sunflower seeds in their shells.  Oh, how I worried about his teeth.

They say baseball is our National Pastime and I would agree.  I have been to a few professional baseball games (yawn), but if you want action, stop by a Little League Field in your neighborhood.

I found these red, white, and blue, straws at the Dollar Store.  I use my bubble glasses often and I always include a bubble view of the table.

These cookies are more softball-sized than baseball-sized.  They are made from my, newly found, sugar cookie recipe.  Click HERE for the recipe.

Just another shot of the table.

No Crying in Baseball

We moved to a new area, a small community, the last year he played baseball.  I saw him struggle to fit in and have the boys accept him.  It wasn't easy, and he wanted to quit, but I encouraged him to stick it out at least until school ended.  No crying in baseball means, I guess, to suck it up.  He did, and by the end of the season he found his way and prospered.  And then before you knew, and before we were ready, he decided he wanted more freedom in the summer and that he wanted to play high school soccer. 

His career was ended and we were left with many wonderful memories of time spent on the baseball field. 

Thanks for dropping by my Red Couch and reliving our Baseball Memories.

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