It's official.
Today I got the call from Brian's new baseball coach.
Brian made AAA baseball (the top league). The coach was in complete shock when I told him Brian has never played baseball before.
"Who taught him to hit like that?" the coach asks.
"His grandmother. She loved baseball growing up and was quite the player, then I took on the cause several years ago." I respond.
(I wanted to say,"We're Irish. We can drink, get angry and bounce a tea cup off a man's forehead from 300 feet...")
"Wow" was his reply.
"He can sure throw too - who taught him?" he continues.
"Brian taught himself" I respond.
(Or it's in the blood - see previous tea cup comment above...)
I can hear the coaches wheels turning in surprise that two women (one a grandmother) taught Brian to play ball. Hey - we are redheads - we can do lots of amazing stuff!
Besides, Brian won't play with his father because all they do is argue. It's a guy thing.
Today Brian is on a field trip to an Egyptian museum, so I tex'd him the news. He is going to be thrilled and I couldn't be happier for him. He has wanted this for such a long time.
You know ... his school experience is so different than mine. The kids are being transported to the museum in a luxury bus complete with TV, bathrooms and video games. He even gets a text message from his mother on his own cell phone. Jaysus, I want HIS life...
Did I ever tell you that I had to walk to school 3 miles (uphill both ways), our TV had only 6 channels from an antena on our roof and I had to get up to go change those channels and...
Don't even get me started on the pumpkin colored Ford Pinto I got for a first car!
Until next time-
C
(PS. Ford later found out that the word 'Pinto' in Brazilian slang means "tiny male genitals".)
