So last night we had the baseball banquet at the park. My sweetie loaded up his big grill so he could help with the cooking and I de-seeded a 30-lb watermelon. We showed up a little early since we had to get the grill up and running. I kept the kids out of the way. The heat was still sweltering and it was nearly 6:00.
The picnic part went off really well except that they ran out of drinks and there was not a working drinking fountain at the park. After about an hour, Coach K started handing out awards. He had commissioned a trophy for each boy with an award named after a hall-of-famer. Sport's award was the Harmon Killebrew award.
|I told you he was an angel...check out his halo!|
After the awards took about an hour, the Mets challenged their families to a kickball game. I hadn't played kickball since grade school, but that didn't stop me. I played first base and even made two or three catches. One of those kicks belonged to Sport and he wasn't too happy about it...
I made the catch right before Curly grabbed my hand and started throwing up his hot dog. I kicked them around, trying to cover them, but somebody had just cut the grass so all I could do was hope nobody fell as they were rounding first base.
|Sport is in there somewhere...|
It was the perfect end to a fantastic season. I think even Harmon Killebrew would have agreed.
(Except maybe for the hot dog part.)