Yesterday was a nice distraction to everything going on with my mom, as we were on the go all day then last night toggled in between the Vols (lost to USC), the Cubs (lost to the Indians) and the Predators (lost to San Jose). Not a good night for sports fandom for me.
Earlier, J.P. had battled through the perfect storm of sporting activities, as he played his last fall baseball game for the Dodgers at 9 a.m., an 8-6 in. We rushed over to Shelby Park at 11:30 a.m. and the Green Lanterns played a team of 5th and 6th graders to a 3-3 draw in a spirited contest. Then, it was back home for a couple hours of rest and recuperation. To cap the day off, we drove to David Lipscomb and washed J.P.'s basketball team win their first game of the fall season. A full lid.
That's not a normal Saturday, thankfully. The soccer season was extended by a couple of weeks because the league asked J.P.'s team to play a "home and home" against an East Nashville team. Fall baseball was winding down and fall basketball was just beginning. It was the perfect sports storm.
At work, Mark laughs at me when I describe how busy our weekends are with games and practices for the boys. "That's a you problem," he says, which is what I used to tell him when he would spend entire Saturdays at Oak View basketball as commissioner of the basketball league. Times change, don't they?
As much as I'd like to sit here in this peace and quiet for another half hour, it's time to head home and began our Sunday in earnest. First Communion class for J.P., hangout time for me with Joe (which is the best), swim lessons for Joe this afternoon and hangout time with J.P. (also the best).
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