Coach pitch

I am discovering something new about me....something that is surprising me quite a bit, considering I am not athletic. That is that I am definitely a yeller at my kids' games. I am so sorry kids. I have been told it can be rather embarrassing, but it seems beyond my control. I jump, pump my fists, and shreek until my throat hurts. And I have discovered that when I am not in the process of doing those lovely motions, I am rockin back and forth and muttering under my breath. Again, kids, I apologize. It seems that the only way I can keep from making these maniacal gestures is to engross myself in conversation with another parent, thereby missing my kids' plays altoghether.

Right now we are in the midst of baseball/softball season. Mallory had her first game last night. The beast in me arose again, to my great surprise. You see last week, at her scrimmage, I got to talking to Mary Longo, and Mallory was angry that I missed her great turn at bat. Because I had not gotten caught up on that game, I had forgotten that the beast exists.

That, along with my late arrival at the game last night, is why I was surprised IT happened again. Jonah and I arrived late because he had gymnastics, or my nastics, as he says it. Randy, Mallory's dad and coach, had already warned me that they were going to get creamed because Ridgedale is usually good and we have a young team. So, upon arriving, I walked up and casually inquired about the score, feeling nothing, other than appreciation for the warm spring sunshine. When I was told that we were at the top of the 3rd and only down by one, it began. Kinda like the incredible hulk's transformation, I felt the beast rising. My rocking and murmuring began. I chanted the name of each girl as she came up to bat, with a loud burst of Go RV mingled in. Then I found myself leaping from my seat, fists pumping, when a girl would have a decent hit. The sound I was making with my throat can only be called shreeking. At one point, sanity hit me and I somewhere inside my head, a voice asked, "what must I look like to all these calm mothers sitting around me?" But it didn't slow me down at all.

Let me get to the good news. After expecting great defeat, we had a come from behind cinderella story like win. It was the top of the last inning and the girls were getting lined up for the final turns at bat. I was at the bench, reminding them that they needed, MUST HAVE, 2 runs, to win (just in case they forgot)! And remember, I am the coach's wife. That should bring with it special privileges right? As I was pumping up the girls, Lauren, one of the players, turned to me and said, : I will be the one to make them lose." I liked her spunk and told her to go for it! Well she did! She scored the winning run!! As she made it to first base, where her mom was waiting as first base coach, she told her, " I am gonna score this run for Mallory's mom!" Needless to say, it was exciting! She scored, we won, and now we are undefeated! So what if we have only played one game!

Ok, so am I insane or are there others like me out there? Oh and one more time for good measure~I am sorry kids!