#2 has begun playing city-league machine-pitch baseball recently. The first practice was something you'd expect from the Bad News Bears, but not the wholesome, family-friendly version we grew up with, rather the irreverent 2005 Billy-Bob Thornton version. The coach started out throwing the ball at all the kids, apparently so they could say that now they've been hit by a baseball and would not be scared of it. Then he suits up one of the kids as the catcher and proceeds to calibrate the pitching machine, all while the kid is behind home plate.
He then uses this as a great reminder that the boys should have cups. I should say I am not exactly opposed to Coach Joe's methods, they are at the same time funny and callous.
Which bring me to the next story.
After that practice, we went to Wal Mart and purchased #2 a cup, batting gloves, and pants. The next week the kids are in the truck on the way to practice and #1 (the Girl) offers up some advice to #2. "You could just pee in your cup, then you don't need to leave to go to the bathroom." (I decided it wasn't a good idea to ask what to do if he had to go #2) He did however have a decent, and reasonable response, "I can't do that! When I run, my pee will slosh all over the place!"
He is fascinated with the entire concept of the cup, the entire practice, he stood in the outfield knocking on his crotch and tapping it with his bat while he waited to hit. I can't wait until he forgets he's not wearing it an tries either one of those tricks.
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