Obsession

Some day I will tell my grandchildren about countless weekends like this and they will wonder if it really happened just this way or if my memory has been altered by the clouds of age and exaggeration.

Future grandchildren -- you grandma (whom you'll probably refer to as "The Storm") did not make this up. Your dad really spent countless weekends just like this.

Saturday morning, Tucker had a baseball game at 10:00 a.m. The BV Astros won, we went to McDonalds for a quick lunch, and then we went back to the ball field for a second game at 1:00. This game we lost.

We came home all hot and sweaty and tired, and just as Trey and I settled in to relax, we realized that Tucker and Keaton weren't in the house. They were in the front yard playing baseball.

Trey made them come inside for "just a little while to cool off."

After a only a little arguing, they came inside, and Tucker immediately turned the tv to an Aggie baseball game. Trey and I had no idea the Aggies were playing, but, as usual, Tucker knows more about those sorts of things than we do so we were just happy to get to see the game.

Then Tucker began telling us how the game would end, and who would strike out in what inning, and when we should watch for the awesome plays. A quick glance to the top right corner of our television screen confirmed that this was actually a repeat of a game Tucker had already seen. Apparently it was worth watching twice.

Finally, the boys deemed themselves cooled off enough (and we stopped trying to keep them inside long enough) to go outside and -- you guessed it -- play a little baseball. Darkness eventually fell and the baseballs eventually had to be put away. So, of course, the game moved indoors to the living room.

Sunday morning, Tucker had a baseball game at 9:00. The BV Astros lost, but they played okay overall, and we all had a good time. We met family for lunch, then came home, at which time Tucker turned on what he hoped would be the pre-game for the Aggie baseball game at 1:00. Sometime during the seventh inning, his friend called and then came over to play, but unfortunately he got here before the Aggie game was over. Tucker's friend and Keaton played, and Tucker finished watching his game.

It was eerie when Tucker said, "Brodie Green hit a walk-off home run to win the Big 12 championship last year" about three seconds before the commentator.

The game was over, and Tucker, Keaton, and the friend went outside to play a little baseball.

Later, Trey and Tucker took the friend home, and as soon as they returned Tucker found a softball game to watch for a few minutes. Keaton left to go play with his Uncle Mike, and Tucker (in the absence of his usual catcher) convinced Trey to sit on a stool in the yard catching baseballs. After all, he hadn't practiced pitching all weekend.

An hour and a half later, we made Tucker come in to take a bath, and when he was finished, he went straight for the computer to find Andrew Callazo's walk-off home run on youtube so he could watch it over and over, all the while calling us over one at a time -- "Watch this!  You have to see it one more time!" Of course, he did this while simultaneously watching the Reds/Braves game on tv.

Finally, we made him go to bed. I wonder what he's dreaming about?