Ian's team, the Orange Crush, won 8-5. Ian was not expected to do very well, this being his first game and all, but he got 3 at-bats and on the third, he hit a single through the hole between first and second and knocked in a run! Don't believe me?
Then lookee here:
That video includes Ian's first batting practice, his first at-bat (a strike out); his third at-bat (a clean single, i.e., not an error, in the hole between the first baseman and the second baseman; it knocked in a run from third, which was either the fifth run (which is what Ian thought) or the sixth (which is what I thought; if I was right, it was the winning RBI, because Teh Orange Crush won the game 8-5)); the really adorable 5-year-old bat boy for Ian's team; and, afterwards, a view of the sky outside Applebee's, where I took Ian for a post-game lunch to celebrate the great job he did.
Ian's team is actually pretty good; they made some pretty impressive fielding plays. Ian's friend, Chris, pitched, caught, and played short. He pitched the last couple of innings and, in the last inning, he caught two pop-ups and then threw a guy out at home for the last out of the game.
Ian and Chris stayed for an extra 15 minutes after the game to toss the ball around. Chris's Dad is one of the coaches of the team, and he and I chatted and I arranged to buy a couple of Chris's old bats from him at tomorrow's game (they weren't originally scheduled to play tomorrow; but now they are to make up for the rain out on Thursday). Chris's dad sez the bats are in pretty good shape, only a couple years old, and aren't the — *GULP* — $3001 ones Chris now uses(!!1!!!1!!).
And so after Chris and Ian were tired enough2, I asked Ian where he wanted me to take him for lunch — he'd had a great game, so I said, "Anywhere you want!"
Ian said, "Cheeburger Cheeburger."
And I said, "Anywhere. TGIFridays. Applebees. Wherever ..." (thinking, They don't serve beer at Cheeburger Cheeburger).
Ian sez, "Um ... Applebees?"
It was as though he'd read my mind or, alternatively, as though I'd said that part about no beer at Cheeburger Cheeburger out loud. Whichever. Tuh-MAY-toe, Tuh-MAH-toe.
In any case, belly full of Fiesta Lime Chicken and two 22-oz Sam Adams Octoberfest, I left Applebees with Ian ready to face my 5k race tomorrow morning and Ian's second baseball game at 1 p.m.
I Am A Good Father. A Good Beer-Filled Father3.
But aren't they the best kind?
1 At least it wasn't $300 Canadian.
2 In fact, it's more like After Chris's dad and I got bored enough because Ian and Chris showed no signs of letting up.
3 Okay, before you get all judgey on me here, Puritanical Reader, I want to remind you that Teh 'Bride missed Ian's first game because she's down in DC (see yesterday's post for details). Also, she'll miss tomorrow's game because she'll still be there; and she'll miss his next game because it's on Tuesday night, which is her late night at the library. So she won't see him play till next Saturday — his fourth game!1!
So just remember — I'm not the one on trial here!1! Teh 'Bride is the one on trial here!1!
Plus, could any dad with a killah @$$ like this one possibly be a bad dad?
Hahahahaha! Me in my Ibañez jersey that Teh 'Bro bought me for my birthday but didn't give me until last weekend when we visited him and Teh S-i-L in the Poconos.